Nor yet the word well said,
When Adam McGordon and his men
About the walls were laid.
7
She looked out at her window,
And then she looked down,
And then she saw Jack, her own man,
Lifting the pavement-stane.
8
‘Awa, awa, Jack my man!
Nor yet the word well said,
When Adam McGordon and his men
About the walls were laid.
7
She looked out at her window,
And then she looked down,
And then she saw Jack, her own man,
Lifting the pavement-stane.
8
‘Awa, awa, Jack my man!