When I was young I used to be as fine a lad as you could see The Prince of Wales invited me to come and join the Army. Now I'm old and getting frail, like a dog without a tail All for the sake of Jane McNeill, the lass from Killiecrankie.
One day at the door I sat and as she passed I raised my hat And 'cause her little nose was wet I offered her my hankie. “Jane,” says I, “you're looking smart, oh, wouldn't you take a chance at that?” She smiled and nearly broke my heart, the lass from Killiecrankie.
I was jolted to my knees. “John McFee,' she says to me “Will you sit down two hours or three upon your darling's hankie?” Very soon I changed my tune for on a thistle I sat down I nearly jumped o'er the moon on the braes o' Killiecrankie.
Tor a lor a lor a loo, she's as sweet as honey dew Tor a lor a lor a loo, the lass from Killiecrankie.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
