Oh, the lad that I lo'ed best o' all, he is handsome young and fair Wi' him I spent sae mony nights alang the banks o' Ayr Wi' him I spent sae mony nights whaur yon wee burnie rows And the echo mocks the corncrake amang the whinny knowes.
We lo'ed each other dearly and disputes we seldom had As constant as the pendulum his heart beats always gay We searched for joy and found it whaur yon wee burnie rows And the echo mocks the corncrake amang the whinny knowes.
Ye maidens all and pleisure dames walk tae the banks o' Doon Ye'll dearly pay for every scent tae the barber for perfume But rural joy 'tis free tae aa whaur the scented clover grows And the echo mocks the corncrake amang the whinny knowes.
The corncrake is not awa' and the bank is near the brim The whinny knowes are topped wi' snaw that tops the highest whin But when cauld winter it is past and simmer comes once more We will welcome back the corncrake, the bird o' rural joy.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
