O my Luve's like a red, red rose,
That's newly sprung
Ae fond kiss, and then we sever;
Ae fareweel, alas, for
Though Geordie's a man I hav'ny seen lately,
I met with
At market day in Huntley toon
An' it was there, I
Oh Bridget O'Malley, you've left my heart shaken
With a hopeless
I am a wand'ring minstrel man,
And Love my only theme,
I've
By the Hush
It's by the hush, me boys
I'm sure that's
In the year '98, when our troubles were great
It was
My darling, do not break your heart
Though I leave this
It if wasn't for the ships that do sail, that
I was forced to wander because that I was poor
And
The old days have gone that had use for a
There's many who talk of Freedom
And we have some it's
Wha will ride wi' gallant Murray
Wha will ride for Geordie's
Chor. - Green grow the rashes, O;
Green grow the rashes,
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