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
Chorus.-Ca' the yowes to the knowes,
Ca' them where the heather
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
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