The Flowers of the Forest |
I've heard them liltin', at the ewe milkin,' Lasses a-liltin' before dawn of day. Now there's a moanin', on ilka green loanin'. The flowers of the forest are a' wede away.
2. As boughts in the mornin', nae blithe lads are scornin',
3. At e'en in the gloamin', nae swankies are roamin', | 4. In har'st at the shearin' nae youths now are jeerin' Bandsters are runkled, and lyart, or grey. At fair or at preachin', nae wooin', nae fleecin', The flowers of the forest are a' wede away.
5. Dool for the order sent our lads to the Border,
6. We'll hae nae mair liltin', at the ewe milkin', |