The lass that I loved first of all was handsome, young and fair Wi her I spent sae merry a nicht doon by the banks o' Ayr Wi her I spent sae merry a nicht where scented clover grows And the echo mocks the corncrake amang yon whinny knowes
We loved each other dearly and disputes we seldom had As constant as the pendulum, her heart's beat ever glad We sought for joy and found it where yon wee burnie rows And the echo mocks thе corncrake amang yon whinny knowes
Ye ladiеs fair and pleasure dames gang tae the banks of Doon Ye dearly pay for every cent tae barbers for perfume But rural joys are free for aa where scented clover grows And the echo mocks the corncrake amang yon whinny knowes
The corncrake is noo awa, the bank is tae the brim The whinnie knowes are capped wi' snaw, to tap are highest whin But when cold winter is awa and summers pierce the sky We will welcome back the corncrake, the bird of rural joyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
