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I'll gie them a' to my Marion.
Just on her brldal day.
Just on her brldal day.
And ye’se get a green sey apron,
And waistcoat o' Lon'on brown,
Then vow but ye'll be vap'rin',
Whene'er ye gang to the town.
And waistcoat o' Lon'on brown,
Then vow but ye'll be vap'rin',
Whene'er ye gang to the town.
I'm young and stout, my Marion,
None dances like me on the green;
And gin ye forsake me, Marion,
I'll c'en draw up wi' Jean.
None dances like me on the green;
And gin ye forsake me, Marion,
I'll c'en draw up wi' Jean.
Sae put on your pearlins, Marion,
Wi' kirtle o' the cramasie,
And see soon's my chin has bae hair on,
I shall come west and see thee.
Wi' kirtle o' the cramasie,
And see soon's my chin has bae hair on,
I shall come west and see thee.
LOCHABER NO MORE.
Fareweel to Lochaber and fareweel to my Jean,
Where hearts me with hae I've mony time been,
For Lochaber no more Lochaber no more,
We'll may be return o Lochaber no more.
Where hearts me with hae I've mony time been,
For Lochaber no more Lochaber no more,
We'll may be return o Lochaber no more.
These tears that shed they are a' for my dear,
And no for the dangers attending on weir:
And no for the dangers attending on weir:
