WHEN I LOOK TAE YON HIGH HILLS



I'm a poor rovin' lassie and my fortune's been bad

Since I feel in love wi' a brisk sailor lad

I was courted sae early by night and by day

But the lad I lo'e dearly lies a distance away



When I look tae yon high hills my laddie's no there

When I look tae yon high hills, it mak's my heart sair

When I look tae yon high hills a tear blinds ma e'e

For the lad I lo'e dearly lies a distance fae me



For it's friends and relations have all joined in one

To part me and my sailor they've done all they can

To part me and my sailor they've done all they know

But the lad I lo'e dearly, he loves me more so



There's a bunch o' blue ribbons to my love I'll prepare

And through the long summer I'll gi'e him tae wear

And when he come back I will crown him wi' joy

And I'll kiss the sweet lips o' my ain sailor boy



sung by Jean Redpath

tune from Scottish Folksinger

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