The Wee Lass On The Brae

Once I roved out on a fine summer's day
 The fields were in blossom, and the meadows were gay
 I spied a wee lassie tripping over the green
 I took her for Helen, that Grecian queen
 That Grecian queen, that Grecian queen
 I took her for Helen, that Grecian queen
 She's admired by others, I know them right well
 Every morning to view that sweet spot where she dwells
 Beneath the hawthorn at the brink on yon hill
 May she never marry, but think on me still
 Oh think on me still, oh think on me still
 May she never marry, but think on me still
 My parents died on me, 'tis all for their sake
 And oft times it causes my poor heart to break
 But the more I think on them, the more I will say
 There's no one will be mine but the wee lass on the brae
 Wee lass on the brae, wee lass on the brae
 There's no one will be mine but the wee lass on the brae
 Oh and faith, there's a decline over yon far-off sky
 'Tis off to my darling like lightning I'll fly
 If the night were as long as a long summer's day
 I'd cheerfully sit with my wee lass on the brae
 Wee lass on the brae, wee lass on the brae
 I'd cheerfully sit with my wee lass on the brae
 So fare thee well, darling, I love you the best
 And may you be happy and may you be blessed
 And may you think on me when I'm far away
 For there's no one will be mine but the wee lass on the brae
 Wee lass on the brae, wee lass on the brae
 There's no one will be mine but the wee lass on the brae
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