HILLS OF YATAN



1. There were shepherd's walks and drovers trods

Across the hills of yatan

through squelchy mire and clotty bogs

Across the hills of Yatan.



Chorus:

And when the heather's in full bloom

And the wind blows through the bracken

It's then I think of me one true love

As I walk the hills of Yatan.



2. There sheep graze by the drystone wall

Across the hills of Yatan

And the curlew's cry and the red groose call

Across the hills of Yatan.

3. Oh will we ever walk again,

Across the hills of Yatan

In summer's sun or winter's rain,

Across the hills of yatan.





From the singing of the Wilson Family on record, first heard

from Caroline Paton, at Indian Neck, 1985

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