SHE leaned her head against a thorn, The sun shines fair on Carlisle wa'; And there she has her young babe born, And the lyon shall be lord of a'.
"Smile no sae sweet, my bonnie babe, The sun shines fair on Carlisle wa'; An ye smile sae sweet ye'll smile me dead," And the lyon shall be lord of a'.
She's howket a grave by the light o' the moon, The sun shines fair on Carlisle wa'; And there she's buried her sweet babe in, And the lyon shall be lord of a'.
As she was going to the church, The sun shines fair on Carlisle wa'; She saw a sweet babe in the porch, And the lyon shall be lord of a'.
"O bonnie babe, an ye were mine, The sun shines fair on Carlisle wa'; I'd clead you in silk and sabelline,"-- And the lyon shall be lord of a'.
"O mother mine, when I was thine, The sun shines fair on Carlisle wa'; To me ye were na half sae kind, And the lyon shall be lord of a'.
"But now I'm in the heavens hie, The sun shines fair on Carlisle wa'; And ye have the pains of hell to dree"-- And the lyon shall be lord of a'.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
