The Flowers of the Forest
I've heard the liling, at our ewes milking,
Laſſes a' lilting before the break of day,
But now they're a' moaning on ilka green loaning,
That our braw foreſters are a wede away.
Laſſes a' lilting before the break of day,
But now they're a' moaning on ilka green loaning,
That our braw foreſters are a wede away.
At bughts in the morning nae blyth lads ſcorn-
The laſſes are lonely, dowie and wae;
Nae daffin, nae gabbing, but ſighing and ſabbing,
Ilk ane lifts her leg lin, and hies her away
The laſſes are lonely, dowie and wae;
Nae daffin, nae gabbing, but ſighing and ſabbing,
Ilk ane lifts her leg lin, and hies her away
At e'en, in the gloaming, nae ſwankies are roaming
'Mang ſtacks with the laſſes at bogle to play,
But ilk ane ſits dreary lamenting her deary,
The flowers of the foreſt are all wede away.
'Mang ſtacks with the laſſes at bogle to play,
But ilk ane ſits dreary lamenting her deary,
The flowers of the foreſt are all wede away.
At airſt at the ſhearing nae younkers are jeering,
The banſters are runckled, lyart and grey;
At a fair, or a preaching, nae wooing nae fleeching
Since our braw foreſters are a wede away,
The banſters are runckled, lyart and grey;
At a fair, or a preaching, nae wooing nae fleeching
Since our braw foreſters are a wede away,
O dool! for the order, ſent our lads to the border,
The Engliſh, for ance, by guile got the day,
The flowers of the foreſt, who aye ſhone the foremoſt,
The prime of our land lies cauld in the clay,
The Engliſh, for ance, by guile got the day,
The flowers of the foreſt, who aye ſhone the foremoſt,
The prime of our land lies cauld in the clay,
We'll hear nae mair lilting at our ewes milking,
The women and bairns are dowie and wae
Sighing and moaning, on ilka green loaning,
Since our braw foreſters are a' wede away.
FINIS.
The women and bairns are dowie and wae
Sighing and moaning, on ilka green loaning,
Since our braw foreſters are a' wede away.
FINIS.
