Away with the buff and the blue, and away with the cap and feather I want to see my lass who lives in Hexhamshire.
Over the Sabie Syke and over the moss and the mire I want to see my lass who lives in Hexhamshire
Her father loves her well, and her mother loves her better I love the lass mesel' but, man, I cannot get her.
Over the Sabie Syke and over the moss and the mire I want to see my lass who lives in Hexhamshire
If only I could be lying there beside her While I must bide here, my arms will be denied her.
Over the Sabie Syke and over the moss and the mire I want to see my lass who lives in Hexhamshire
Of this love of mine, of this love I am weary Sleep I can't get none for thinking of my dearie
Over the Sabie Syke and over the moss and the mire I want to see my lass who lives in Hexhamshire
My heart is like to break, and my bosom is on fire So well I love that lass who lives in Hexhamshire
Her skin is soft as silk and her hair is fine as silver Her breasts are deep and cool, they'll warm when I get near her
Over the Sabie Syke and over the moss and the mire I want to see my lass who lives in Hexhamshire
Away with the parson's shilling and away with the cap and feather I want to see my lass who lives in Hexhamshire
Over the Sabie Syke and over the moss and the mire I want to see my lass who lives in HexhamshireTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
