Gan Te The Kye |
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Chorus
Gan te the kye wi' me, me love Gan te the kye wi' me, Over the moor and through the grove, I'll sing ditties to thee. Cushie thy pet is lowing, round thy firstlings shed, Tears in her eyes are flowing, because little Colly lies dead. All our fine herd of cattle, thy vigilant sire possessed, After his fall in battle, by rebel chieftain possessed. Kine is now all our property, left by thy father's will, Yet if we watch it properly, we may win gear enough still. Chorus: Gan te the kye wi' me, me love, Gan te the kye wi' me, Oh! Gan te the kye wi' me, me love, And aa'll be merry wi' ye. Was she not worthy o' kisses, and was she not worthy o' three Was she not worthy o' kisses, that gaed te the kye wi' me. Bonny lass, Aa love ye weel, bonny lad, Aa love ye better, Will ye cast off yer hose and shoon, carry me ower the watter? Aa have a hoose and kye, and yowes ayont the waal, And Aa have a lass te bring hyeme, that pleases me best of aal. And if there be a bit bairn through love between me and ye, Aa have a canny aad mother, te dandle him on her knee. [Go Back] |
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