Domhnaill Family - The Wee Lass On The Brae Тексты

Once I roved out on a fine summer's day
The fields were in blossom, and the meadows were gay
I spied a wee lassie tripping over the green
And I took her for Helen, that Grecian queen
That Grecian queen, that Grecian queen
And I took her for Helen, that Grecian queen

She's admired by others, I know them right well
Every morning to view that sweet spot where she dwells
Beneath the hawthorn at the brink on yon hill
May she never marry, but think on me still
But think on me still, but think on me still
May she never marry, but think on me still

Oh me parents died on me, and it's all for their sake
And oft times it causes my poor heart to break
But the more I think on them, oh the more I will say
That there's no one will be mine but the wee lass on the brae

Oh and faith, there's a decline over yon far-off sky
It's off to my darling like lightning I'll fly
If the night was as long as a long summer's day
I would cheerfully sit with the wee lass on the brae
The wee lass on the brae, the wee lass on the brae
I would cheerfully sit with the wee lass on the brae

So fare thee well, darling, I love you the best
And may you be happy and may you be blessed
And may you think on me, oh when I'm far away
For there's no one will be mine but the wee lass on the brae
The wee lass on the brae, the wee lass on the brae
For there's no one will be mine but the wee lass on the brae