Bide far awaa fra me,
Bat fan ye hear me laying still
Ye may come back an see.’
17
Fan he hard her loud cray,
He bad far awaa,
Bat fan he heard her laying still
He did come an see,
An he got her
An her young son her wee.
Bide far awaa fra me,
Bat fan ye hear me laying still
Ye may come back an see.’
17
Fan he hard her loud cray,
He bad far awaa,
Bat fan he heard her laying still
He did come an see,
An he got her
An her young son her wee.