From glen to
The summer’s
Tis you, tis
Or when the
Tis I’ll be
Oh Danny
And if you come, when all the flowers are dying
And I am dead, as dead I well may be
You’ll come and find the place where I am lying
And kneel and say an “Ave” there for me.
And I shall hear, though soft you tread above me
And all my dreams will warm and sweeter be
If you’ll not fail to tell me that you love me
I’ll sleep in peace until you come to me.
Or some other seaport
And sail the ocean
While sailing round the ocean
While sailing round the sea
I’d think of Handsome Molly
Wherever she may be
I went to church last Sunday
She passed me on by
I knew her mind was changing
By the roving of her eye
Her hair as black as a Raven’s
Her eyes were black as coal
Her teeth just like lilies
Out in the morning cold
Now do you remember Molly
When you gave me your right hand
Said if you ever married
Then I’d be the man
Now you’ve broke your promise
Go marry whom you please
My heart is broken
‘Til I get some ease
As
The
I
And I
Saying
For
Mush-a
There’s
I counted out his money
And it made a pretty penny
I put it in me pocket
And I took it home to Jenny
She sighed and she swore
That she never would deceive me
But the devil take the women
For they never can be easy
I went up to my chamber
All for to take a slumber
I dreamt of gold and jewels
And for sure ’t was no wonder
But Jenny drew me charges
And she filled them up with water
Then sent for captain Farrell
To be ready for the slaughter
‘Twas early in the morning
Just before I rose to travel
Up comes a band of footmen
And likewise captain Farrell
I first produced me pistol
For she stole away me rapier
I couldn’t shoot the water
So a prisoner I was taken
O the
And the
And the
Grows
Will ye
And we’ll
All
I will build my love a bower
By yon cool crystal fountain
And round it I will pile
All the wild flowers o’ the mountain.
Will ye go lassie go?
I will range through the wilds
And the deep glen sae dreamy
And return wi’ their spoils
Tae the bower o’ my dearie.
Will ye go lassie go?
If my true love she’ll not come
Then I’ll surely find another
To pull wild mountain thyme
All around the bloomin’ heather.
Will ye go lassie go?