An’ sicking sair, says the King’s dochter,
O wae’s this heart o’ mine,” etc.
or:—
“There was a pretty shepherd boy
That lived upon a hill,
He laid aside his bag o’ pipes
And then he slept his fill.”
or:—
“O! blow away, ye mountain breezes,
An’ sicking sair, says the King’s dochter,
O wae’s this heart o’ mine,” etc.
or:—
“There was a pretty shepherd boy
That lived upon a hill,
He laid aside his bag o’ pipes
And then he slept his fill.”
or:—
“O! blow away, ye mountain breezes,