And if you should go across the water Take me with you to be your partner At fair and market you'll be well looked after And you shall sleep with the
Oh Johnnie, my man, do ye no think on risin' The day is fair spent and the night comin' on Ye're siller's near dune and the stoup's room before ye So
As I rode out over London Bridge On a misty morning early, I overheard a fair pretty maid A cryin' for the life of Geordie Go bridle to me a milk white
Why weep ye by the tide, Lady, Why weep ye by the tide? I'll wed ye to my youngest son, And ye shall be his bride, And ye shall be his bride, Lady, Se
A fine young man it was indeed He was mounted on his milk white steed He rode, he rode, himself all alone Until he came to Lovely Joan "Good morning
My Johnny was a shoemaker And dearly he loved me My Johnny was a shoemaker But now he's gone to sea With pitch and tar to soil his hands And to sail
Where Lagan streams sings lullaby There blooms a lily fair And the moonlight gleam is in her eye And the night is in her hair And like the lovesick
Oh dear me The mill''s gaen fast The puir wee shifters Canna get a rest Shiftin' bobbins, coarse and fine They fairly mak' ye work for your ten and nine
martial story Noo Sark runs o'er the Solway Sands And Tweed runs tae the ocean Tae mark where England's province stands Such a parcel of rogues in a nation
An earthly nooris sits and spins And aye she sings ba lilley wain Sayin' little ken I my bairn's father Far less the land that he bides in And he was
I once loved a lad and I loved him so well That I hated all others that spoke of him ill But noo he's rewarded me well for my love He's gone to be wed
Come all you gallant poachers that ramble void of care That walk out on a moonlight night with your dog, your gun, your snare The hare and lofty pheasant
She sat down below a thorn Fine flowers in the valley And there she has her sweet babe born And the green leaves they grow rarely "Smile na sae sweet
