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1 Come All Ye Lonely Lovers
2 Hogties Reel/Si Morag/Lasses Fashion
3 Neptune
4 Crooked Road To Dublin/Tack Till Thomas
5 Ma Plaid/Freya Dances
6 Sorrows Away
7 Maja's Brudvals/Tanteeka/Lost In Fishponds
8 Shepherd's Wife/Andrew Carr
9 Mill House/Rabbit Stew/Freddie's Reel
10 Maid Of Llanwellyn/Emma & Jamie's Wedding
Come a' ye lonely lovers come and listen unto me
It's of a prentice ploughman boy I mean to let you hear
Concerning of a prentice boy and a ploughman he is bound
And my love he is the heir to nearly 20 thousand pounds.
It was in my fathers garden that my love first met with me.
He threw his arms around my neck and embraced me tenderly.
We both sat down upon the ground for to complete our joy.
Go where you will and I love him still he's my darling ploughman boy.
The saxton leaves I will pull down on them I'll make my bed.
The greenwood piles I will pull down below my weary head.
The raper bush will be my guide and for once my heart's decoy.
Go where you will and I love him still he's my darling ploughman boy.
Now since I have declined to tell you his name,
He is the laddie and the man the lad I call my ain,
And when he sings the valley rings and fills my heart with joy.
Go where you will and I love him still he's my darling ploughman boy.
Neptune I think I'm in love with the sea
How do I woo you and make you love me
I'm drenched by your passion, enthralled by your anger
Becalmed by your beauty, how do I make you love me?
But when he spoke, it was a plea not a roar.
If you want my love, then go and tell them all:
Don't oil my beaches, don't slaughter my whales
Don't cross me with diesel, cross me with sail.
Give me some time to heal up my wounds,
Give me more poison and I will die soon.
Neptune, I don't understand what you fear.
Here on my islands your waters are clear.
I live from your riches, your birds and your fishes
I never would choke you, what do you need from me?
But when he spoke of all the change caused by me,
Your damage seems small, but let me recall:
In your grandfathers day there ran salmon, you could walk on their backs
Now what's left of great shoals, those that slipped through the cracks
Now the salmon's in cages, gorged on fish meal
Sucked from some other sea by cruel profiteers
Neptune I think I'm in love with the sea
How do I woo you and make you love me
I'm drenched by your passion, enthralled by your anger
Becalmed by your beauty, how do I make you love me?
But when he spoke, it was a plea not a roar.
If you want my love, then go and tell them all:
Don't oil my beaches, don't slaughter my whales
Don't cross me with diesel, cross me with sail.
Give me some time to heal up my wounds,
Give me more poison and I will die soon.
This is no' my plaid, my plaid my plaid
This is no' my plaid, bonnie though the colour be
The ground o' mine was mixed wi' blue
I got it frae the lad I lo'e
He ne'er has gied me cause tae rue
And oh the plaid is dear to me
For mine was silky soft and warm
It wrapped me round fae arm tae arm
And like himsel it bore a charm
And oh the plaid is dear to me
Although the lad the plaid sha wore
Is now upon a distant shore
And cruel seas between us roar
I'll mind the plaid that sheltered me
The lad that gie'd me it likes me well
Although his name I daurna tell
He likes me just as weel's himself
And oh the plaid is dear to me
Oh may the plaidie yet be worn
By Caledonians still unborn
Ill fa' the wretch whae'er shall scorn
The plaidie that's sae dear tae me
Frae surly blasts it covers me
He'll me himsel protection gie
I'll lo'e him 'til the day I die
And oh his plaid is dear tae me
I hope he'll no' forget me now
Each often pledged aith and vow
I hope he'll yet return to woo me
In the plaid sae dear tae me
And may the day come soon my lad
When we will tae the kirk and wed
Weel happit in the tartan plaid
The plaidie that's sae dear tae me
Now the time passes over more pleasant and gay
Since we've learned a new song to drive sorrows away
Sorrows away, sorrows away
Since we've learned a new song to drive sorrows away
Bright Phoebus arises so high in the sky
With her red rosy cheeks and her sparkling eye
Sparkling eye, sparkling eye
With her red rosy cheeks and her sparkling eye
Although I'm not rich and although I'm not poor
I'm as happy as them that's got thousands or more
thousands or more, thousands or more
I'm as happy as them that's got thousands or more.
The shepherd's wife cries o'er the knowe
Will ye come hame, will ye come hame
The shepherd's wife cries o'er the knowe
Will ye come hame again e'en Jo?
O what will ye gie me to my supper
Gin I come hame, gin I come hame?
O what will ye gie me to my supper
Gin I come hame again e'en Jo?
Yese get a panfu' a plumpin parridge,
And butter in them, and butter in them
Yese get a panfu' a plumpin parridge,
Gin ye'll come hame again e'en Jo
Ha, ha how! that's naething that dow
I winna come hame, I canna come hame
Ha, ha how! that's naething that dow
I winna come hame again e'en Jo
A reekit fat hen, we'll fry in the pan
Gin ye'll come hame, gin ye'll come hame,
A reekit fat hen, we'll fry in the pan
Gin ye'll come hame again e'en Jo
A weel made bed and a pair o' clean sheets
Gin ye'll come hame, gin ye'll come hame,
A weel made bed and a pair o' clean sheets
Gin ye'll come hame again e'en Jo
A loving wife in lily-white linens
Gin ye'll come hame, gin ye'll come hame,
A loving wife in lily-white linens
Gin ye'll come hame again e'en Jo
Ha, ha how! that's something that dow
I will come hame, I will come hame
Ha, ha how! that's something that dow
I will come hame again e'en Jo
I've no sheep on the mountain nor boat on the lake
No coin in my coffer to keep me awake
Nor corn in my garner, nor fruit on my tree
Yet the maid of Llanwellyn smiles sweetly on me
No sheep on the mountain nor goats
No horses to offer nor boats
Only hens I have by me they are one two and three
Yet the maid of Llanwellyn smiles sweetly on me
Rich Owen will tell you with eyes full of scorn
Threadbard is my coat my hosen are torn
Scoff on my rich Owen, for faint is thy glee
When the maid of Llanwellyn smiles sweetly on me
The farmer rides proudly to market and fair
Whilst the clerk at the ale house still claims the great chair
But of all our proud fellows, oh the proudest I'll be
When the maid of Llanwellyn smiles sweetly on me
I've no sheep on the mountain nor boat on the lake
No coin in my coffer to keep me awake
Nor corn in my garner, nor fruit on my tree
Yet the maid of Llanwellyn smiles sweetly on me
