Folk songs for Azeroth 2

Here’s a merry drinking song that I adapted in the spirit of Brewfest.

I imagined a Dwarf writing this after his travels throughout Azeroth and beyond. Very jolly and life-affirming. Only required minimum changes. Enjoy!

— Ramblin’ Rover —

-Chorus-

There are sober men a-plenty and drunkards barely twenty
There are men of over ninety who have never yet kissed a girl
Give me a ramblin’ rover, frae Winterspring down tae Ungorer
We’ll roam the cont’nent over and together we’ll face the world

Now I’ve roamed through every nation, taken delight in all creation
I’ve enjoyed a wee sensation when the company did prove kind
And when partin’ was no pleasure, well I’ve drunk another measure
To the dear friends that I treasure, for they always are on my mind

(repeat chorus)

There’s many who feign enjoyment from merciless employment
Their ambition was this deployment from the minute they left the school
And they save and scrape and ponder, while the rest go out and squander
See the world and rove and wander and are happier as a rule

(repeat chorus)

When you’re bent up with arthritis, your bowels have got colitis
You’ve got gallopin’ bollockitis and you’re thinkin’ it’s time you died
When you’re lyin’ there in traction, if you’ve been a man of action,
You can gain some satisfaction thinking “Well, at least I tried!”

(repeat chorus x2)

We’ll roam the cont’nent over, and TOGETHER WE’LL FACE THE WORLD!!!


Here’s a sweet, sentimental song that required pretty much no changes at all. Could work as a dwarvish song, or possibly Kul Tiras. Enjoy :slight_smile:

— When the Boat Comes In —

Now come here me little laddie,
Now ah’ve smoked me baccy,
Let’s have a bit-o cracky,
Til the boat comes in.

And thou shalt have a fishy on a little dishy,
Thou shalt have a fishy when the boat comes in.

And dance to ya Daddy, sing to ya Mammy,
dance to ya Daddy, to ya Mammy sing;

Dance to ya Daddy, sing to ya Mammy,
dance to ya Daddy, to ya Mammy sing;

Thou shalt have a fishy on a little dishy,
thou shalt have a fishy when the boat comes in.

Now here’s ya mother comin’,
like a canny woman;
Yonder comes ya fatha,
drunk - he cannat stand.

And thou shalt have a fishy on a little dishy,
Thou shalt have a fishy when the boat comes in.

And dance to ya Daddy, sing to ya Mammy,
dance to ya Daddy, to ya Mammy sing;

Dance to ya Daddy, sing to ya Mammy,
dance to ya Daddy, to ya Mammy sing;

Thou shalt have a fishy on a little dishy,
thou shalt have a fishy when the boat comes in.

Our Tommy’s always fuddling,
he’s so fond of ale,
but he’s very kind to me,
and I hope he’ll never fail.

And thou shalt have a fishy on a little dishy,
Thou shalt have a fishy when the boat comes in.

And dance to ya Daddy, sing to ya Mammy,
dance to ya Daddy, to ya Mammy sing;

Dance to ya Daddy, sing to ya Mammy,
dance to ya Daddy, to ya Mammy sing;

Thou shalt have a fishy on a little dishy,
thou shalt have a haddock when the boat comes in.

Well I like a drop mesel’,
when I can get it sly,
and thou, my bonny bairn,
will like’t as well as I.

And thou shalt have a fishy on a little dishy,
Thou shalt have a fishy when the boat comes in.

And dance to ya Daddy, sing to ya Mammy,
dance to ya Daddy, to ya Mammy sing;

Dance to ya Daddy, sing to ya Mammy,
dance to ya Daddy, to ya Mammy sing;

Thou shalt have a fishy on a little dishy,
thou shalt have a mackerel when the boat comes in.

And may we get a drop,
oft as we stand in need;
and weel may the keel row
that brings the bairns their bread.

And thou shalt have a fishy on a little dishy,
Thou shalt have a fishy when the boat comes in.

And dance to ya Daddy, sing to ya Mammy,
dance to ya Daddy, to ya Mammy sing;

Dance to ya Daddy, sing to ya Mammy,
dance to ya Daddy, to ya Mammy sing;

Thou shalt have a fishy on a little dishy,
thou shalt have a bloater when the boat comes in.

(repeat all verses)

And dance to ya Daddy, sing to ya Mammy,
dance to ya Daddy, to ya Mammy sing;

Dance to ya Daddy, sing to ya Mammy,
dance to ya Daddy, to ya Mammy sing;

Thou shalt have a fishy on a little dishy,
thou shalt have a fishy when the boat comes in.

Aye thou shalt have a fishy on a little dishy,
thou shalt have a salmon when the boat comes in.


Like most folk singers he likes to tell stories about the origins of the song and how he came to play it. If you want to skip straight to the song, skip to 3:02

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Here’s a nice ballad for a change. Enjoy!!

— The Call and the Answer —

You call and I run
Like the wind that blows across the moor
All we needed is each other
And like the eagles we will soar

-Chorus-

You are the call and I am the answer
You are the wish and I am the way
You the music - I the dancer
You are the night and I am the day
You are the night and I am the day

You and I are like two rivers
Run and fall down to the sea
When we meet we’re lost forever
Lost forever, you and me

(repeat chorus)

Lay your head upon my pillow
Let your heart beat close to mine
With no past and no tomorrow
Two hearts lost in space and time

(repeat chorus)


Anyone got anymore? These are very entertaining.

Here’s a great song for Kul Tiran funerals. Only required minimum changes. Enjoy :slight_smile:


—The Farewell Shanty—

It is time to go now
Haul away your anchor
Haul away your anchor
'Tis our sailing time

Get some sail upon her
Haul away your halyards
Haul away your halyards
'Tis our sailing time

Get her on her course now
Haul away your foresheets
Haul away your foresheets
'Tis our sailing time

Feel the seas run under
Haul away down Channel
Haul away down Channel
On the evening tide

Now my days are over
Haul away forever
Haul away forever
Return to the tide

It is time to go now
Haul away your anchor
Haul away your anchor
'Tis our sailing time


Pretty swell

Here’s a reworked version of the Trelawny anthem of Cornwall a.k.a The Song of the Western Men. I figured with a few words tweaked here and there, it would make a great song about Arom Waycrest’s final victory against the Drust. Enjoy!


—The Song of Kul Tiras—

A good sword and a trusty hand!
A merry heart and true!
And Gorak Tul shall understand
What Kul Tirans can do!
And have they fixed the where and when?
And shall Lord Waycrest die?
Here’s twenty thousand Kul Tirans
Will know the reason why!

-Chorus-

And shall Lord Waycrest live?
Or shall Lord Waycrest die?
Here’s twenty thousand Kul Tirans
Will know the reason why!

Out spake our leader brave and bold:
A merry wight was he:
Though Gol Osigr be their stronghold,
We’ll set Kul Tiras free!
We’ll cross the rivers, land to land:
The waters are no stay:
With “one and all,” and hand in hand;
And who shall bid us nay?

(repeat chorus)

And when we come to Gol Osigir
A dreadful sight to view,
Come forth! Come forth! Ye cowards all:
Here’s greater men than you.
Lord Waycrest he shall storm their hold;
Lord Waycrest he may die:
Here’s twenty thousand Kul Tirans BOLD
Will know the reason why

(repeat chorus)


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A great drinking song for sailors, merchants and pirates. No changes required whatsoever. Enjoy!


— Ye Mariners All —

Ye mariners all as ye pass by
Come in and drink when you are dry
Spend my lads your money brisk
And pop your nose in a jug of this

Ye mariners all if you’ve half a crown
You’re welcome all for to sit down
Spend my lads your money brisk
And pop your nose in a jug of this

Ye tipplers all as you pass by
Come in and sit if you are dry
Come in sit down, think it not amiss
To pop your nose in a jug of this

And when I’m old and can scarcely crawl
I’ve a long grey beard and a head that’s bald
Crown my desire, fulfill my bliss
A pretty young girl and a jug of this

And when I’m in my grave and dead
And all my sorrows are past and fled,
Transform me then into a fish
Come let me swim in a jug of this

Ye mariners all as ye pass by
Come in and drink when you are dry
Come in sit down, think not amiss
To pop your nose in a jug of this


Here’s a shanty that took a little editing as I decided to throw in a few verses from different versions of the same song. Enjoy!


—Leave Her, Johnny, Leave Her—

Well I thought I heard the Old Man say:
“Leave her, Johnny, leave her.”
Tomorrow you will get your pay,
and it’s time for us to leave her.

(Chorus)
Leave her, Johnny, leave her!
Oh, leave her, Johnny, leave her!
For the voyage is long and the winds don’t blow
And it’s time for us to leave her.

Oh, the wind was foul and the sea ran high.
“Leave her, Johnny, leave her!”
Oh, she shipped it green and none went by.
And it’s time for us to leave her.

(Repeat chorus)

Oh she‘s parish bound and she’s parish rigged
“Leave her, Johny, leave her!”
And the whole poor crew, well they’re fever-strict
And it’s time for us to leave her.

(Repeat chorus)

I hate to sail on this rotten tub.
“Leave her, Johnny, leave her!”
No grog allowed and rotten grub.
And it’s time for us to leave her.

(Repeat chorus)

Oh the skipper was bad and the mate was worse
“Leave her, Johnny, leave her!”
He would cut you down with a spite or a curse
And it’s time for us to leave her.

(Repeat chorus)

Oh, pull you lubbers or you’ll get no pay
“Leave her, Johnny, leave her!”
Oh, pull you lubbers and then belay
And it’s time for us to leave her.

(Repeat chorus)

Oh, the rats have gone, now we, the crew
“Leave her, Johnny, leave her!”
Oh it’s jolly well time that we went too
And it’s time for us to leave her.

(Repeat chorus several times)


Here’s one just in time for Winter Veil. Required no changes at all. Enjoy!! :smiley:


—The Season of Holly and Ivy—

The season of holly and ivy is here
The season of mirth and of glee
The year has come round to the time when all men of good will can agree
Hail to the hour when all men can agree!

Oh trim up the tree with fair silver and gold
String garlands of berries around
And with blithesome carols fill house and fill hall with their clamorous sound,
Hail to the carols’ gay, clamorous sound!

The season of holly and ivy is here
The season of mirth and of glee
The year has come round to the time when all men of good will can agree
Hail to the hour when all men can agree!

The board now is laden with roast beef and goose,
With mince pie, plum pudding and ale
The yule log is roaring it welcome to guests from both valley and dale
Hail to all guests from both valley and dale!

The season of holly and ivy is here
The season of mirth and of glee
The year has come round to the time when all men of good will can agree
Hail to the hour when all men can agree!


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Here’s one that was originally sung on new year’s eve before auld lang syne was written. It also tends to be sung at funerals from what I understand. Either way, whatever the occasion, it’s a cracking song. And it required no changes whatsoever. Enjoy!!


—The Parting Glass—

Oh all the money that e’er I spent
I spent it in good company
And all the harm that e’er I’ve done
Alas, it was to none but me
And all I’ve done for want of wit
To memory now I can’t recall
So fill to me the parting glass
Good night and joy be with you all

If I had money enough to spend
And leisure time to sit a while
There is a fair maid in this town
Who sorely has my heart beguiled
Her rosy cheeks, her ruby lips
I own she has my heart enthralled
So fill to me the parting glass
Goodnight and joy be with you all

Oh all the comrades that e’er I’ve had
Are sorry for my going away
And all the sweethearts that e’er I’ve had
Would wish me one more day to stay
But since it falls unto my lot
That I should rise and you should not
I’ll gently rise and I’ll softly call
Good night and joy be with you all
Good night and joy be with you all


A song about the mad and the derranged. Enjoy!!

—Boys of Bedlam—

For to see mad Tom of Bedlam
Ten thousand miles I’d travel
Mad Maudlin goes on dirty toes
For to save her shoes from gravel

-Chorus-
Still I sing bonnie boys, bonnie mad boys
Bedlam boys are bonnie,
For they all go bare and they live by the air
And they want no drink nor money

I went down to Sargeras’ kitchen
For to get me food one morning
And there I got souls piping hot
All on the spit a-turning

-Repeat chorus-

Me staff has murdered giants
And me bag a long knife carries
For to cut mince pies from children’s thighs
With which to feed the fairies

-Repeat chorus-

This spirit’s white as lightning
Would on me travels guide me
The moon would shake and the stars would quake
When ever they espied me

-Repeat chorus-

And when that I have murdered
The man in the moon to a powder
His staff I’ll break and his dog I’ll shake
And there’ll howl no demon louder

-Repeat chorus-

For to see mad Tom of Bedlam
Ten thousand years I’d travel
Mad Maudlin goes on dirty toes
For to save her shoes from gravel

-Repeat chorus x2-



This one’s been a real favorite of mine recently, and it’s helped me through some hard times. And it required no changes. Hope you enjoy it.

—Keep Hauling—

When love just seems so far away
Keep haulin’, keep haulin’
The tide will flood your heart someday
Keep haulin’, boys

When your guidin’ star’s in cloudy skies
Keep haulin’, keep haulin’
You’ll find your way to the bright sunrise
Keep haulin’, boys

(Chorus)
Keep haulin’, ho!
Rouse and raise your voice
Hold your course and don’t let go
Keep haulin’, boys

If you gave your best and your heart stayed true
Keep haulin’, keep haulin’
There’s only one thing left to do
Keep haulin’, boys

If you fought so hard and you lost your hold
Keep haulin’, keep haulin’
Remember fate rewards the bold
Keep haulin’, boys

(Repeat Chorus)

Whatever your ship and wherever your sea
Keep haulin’, keep haulin’
Whatever your storm or your rocks may be
Keep haulin’, boys

(Repeat chorus x2)

Hold your course and don’t let go
Keep haulin’, boys



This one’s a tear-jerker about a woman who’s suffered and has just had enough of life. It only required minimum changes. Enjoy.

—Past Caring—

Well, up and down the the rocky downs, the great black crows are flying
And just below the fire I know another milker’s dying.
The crops have withered from the ground, the red clay tank is glaring
Yet from my heart no tear or sound, for I have grown past caring.

Through death and trouble, turn about, through hopeless desolation,
Through flood and fever, fire and drought, through slavery and starvation,
Through childbirth, sickness, hurt and blight, through loneliness and scaring,
From being left alone at night I have grown to be past caring.

Our first born took in days like these, a cruel week in dying,
All day upon her father’s knees or on my breast a-lying.
The tears we shed, the prayers we said were awful, wild, despairing
I’ve pulled three through and buried two since then, now I’m past caring.

'Twas ten years first, then came the worst, all for a barren clearing,
I thought, I thought my heart would burst when first my man went sailing.
He’s sailing to the great wide sea; I don’t know how he’s faring,
And I, the girl who loved him best, have grown to be past caring.

My eyes are dry, I cannot cry, I have no heart for breaking,
Where it was in days gone by is empty dull and aching.
My last boy ran away from me; I know my temper’s wearing,
But now I only wish to be beyond all signs of caring.

Past bothering, past carin’, past feeling and despairing,
And now I only wish to be beyond all signs of caring.


This one’s another sea shanty. The term bully in the alley was used when someone got so drunk their friends used to leave them in an alleyway to sleep it off, and they would pick them up again later. Hence they were “bully in the alley.” This one required no changes at all (except I had to write the full word 'cockerel to get past the censors). Enjoy!


—Bully in the Alley—

(Chorus)

So help me Bob, I’m bully in the alley
Wey hey, bully in the alley
Help me Bob, I’m bully in the alley
Bully down in Shinbone Al

Sally is a girl in Shinbone Alley
Wey hey, bully in the alley
Sally is the girl that I spliced nearly
Bully down in Shinbone Al

(Repeat chorus)

I found by self out under three-oh
Wey hey, bully in the alley
I found by self with time so free-oh
Bully down in Shinbone Al

(Repeat chorus)

I waltzed up to the Angel Inn-o
Wey hey, bully in the alley
And kicked down the door, and walked right in-o
Bully down in Shinbone Al

(Repeat chorus)

I walked up to the barroom counter
Wey hey, bully in the alley
There I met with Greasy Annie
Bully down in Shinbone Al

(Repeat chorus)

I bought her rum and I bought her gin-o
Wey hey, bully in the alley
And bought her wine, of white and red-o
Bully down in Shinbone Al

(Repeat chorus)

And when I’m spent of all me tin-o
Wey hey, bully in the alley
Off to bed, we both did creep-o
Bully down in Shinbone Al

(Repeat chorus)

We rough and tumbled all night long-o
Wey hey, bully in the alley
Dawn did break, the cockerel did crow-o
Bully down in Shinbone Al

(Repeat chorus)

I left my gal to go-a sailin’
Wey hey, bully in the alley
I left my Sal to go a-whalin’
Bully down in Shinbone Al

(Repeat chorus x2)


This song I’ve edited is a sad, sentimental song about a Dwarf who encounters a Night Elf maiden so beautiful he falls in love, and yet his heart aches knowing they can never be. This one only took minimum editing. Enjoy!

— The Rose of Ashenvale —

The sky was clear, the morning was fair, no breath came over the sea,
When the fair maid left her humble home and wandered forth with me,
Though flowers deck’d the mountainside and fragrance fill’d the vale,
By far the sweetest flower there was the Rose of Ashenvale.
Sweet Rose of Ashenvale, Sweet Rose of Ashenvale,
By far the sweetest flower there was the Rose of Ashenvale.

Where’er I wandered East and West, and fate began to lour
One solace still was she to me in sorrow’s lonely hour
Oh tempest lashed our lovely boat and rent her shiv’ring sail
One maiden form withstood the storm, was the Rose of Ashenvale.
Sweet Rose of Ashenvale, Sweet Rose of Ashenvale,
One maiden form withstood the storm, was the Rose of Ashenvale.

And when my fevered lips were parched on Tanaris’ burning sands
She whispered hopes of happiness, and tales of foreign lands,
My life has been a wilderness unblest by fortune’s gale;
Had fate not linked my love to hers, Sweet Rose of Ashenvale.
Sweet Rose of Ashenvale, Sweet Rose of Ashenvale,
Had fate not linked my love to hers, Sweet Rose of Ashenvale.


This version of the song is missing the middle verse, but its as close to the feel of the song I could find, and she has a beautiful voice.

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This one required a little modification. Another sad song. Enjoy!!


—The Wayfaring Stranger—

I’m just a poor wayfaring stranger
I’m travelling through this world of woe
Yet there’s no sickness, toil nor danger
In that bright land to which I go

I’m going there to see my father
I’m going there no more to roam
I’m only going o’er the ocean
I’m only going over home

I know dark clouds will gather 'round me
I know my way is rough and steep
But golden fields lie just before me
Where souls redeemed shall ever sleep

I’m going home to see my mother
And all my loved ones who’ve gone on
I’m only going o’er the ocean
I’m only going over home

I’ll soon be free from every trial
My body sleep, my soul depart
I’ll drop all of my self denial
And enter on my great reward

I’m going there to see my elders
To sing their praise for evermore
I’m only going o’er the ocean
I’m only going over home


Here’s a drinking song about being a soldier of the Alliance. Very dark-but-humorous song. Took quite a bit of editing this one. Enjoy!

— The Young, Foolish Soldier —

When the half-made recruity goes out to the East
He acts like a babe and he drinks like a beast,
And he wonders because he is frequent deceased
Here he’s fit for to serve as a soldier.
Serve, serve, serve as a soldier,
Serve, serve, serve as a soldier,
Serve, serve, serve as a soldier,
A so-oldier of the King!

Now all you recruities what’s drafted to-day,
You shut up your rag-box and hark to my lay,
And I’ll sing you a soldier as far as I may:
A soldier what’s fit for a soldier.
Fit, fit, fit for a soldier ,
Fit, fit, fit for a soldier ,
Fit, fit, fit for a soldier ,
A so-oldier of the King!

First mind you steer clear of the grog-sellers’ huts,
For they sell you Fixed Bayonets that rots out your guts –
Aye, drink that would eat the live steel from your butts –
And it’s bad for the young foolish soldier.
Bad, bad, bad for the soldier,
Bad, bad, bad for the soldier,
Bad, bad, bad for the soldier,
A so-oldier of the King!

When the cholera comes – as it will past a doubt –
Keep out of the wet and don’t go on the shout,
For the sickness gets in as the liquor dies out,
And it crumples the young foolish soldier.
Crum-, crum-, crumples the soldier,
Crum-, crum-, crumples the soldier,
Crum-, crum-, crumples the soldier,
A so-oldier of the King!

But the worst of your foes is the sun overhead:
You must wear your helmet for all that is said:
If he finds you uncovered he’ll knock you down dead,
And you’ll die like a fool of a soldier.
Fool, fool, fool of a soldier,
Fool, fool, fool of a soldier,
Fool, fool, fool of a soldier,
A so-oldier of the King!

If you’re cast for fatigue by a sergeant unkind,
Don’t grouse like a woman nor crack on nor blind;
Be handy and civil, and then you will find
That it’s beer for the young clever soldier.
Beer, beer, beer for the soldier,
Beer, beer, beer for the soldier,
Beer, beer, beer for the soldier,
A so-oldier of the King!

Now, if you must marry, take care she is old –
A troop-sergeant’s widow’s the nicest I’m told,
For beauty won’t help if your rations is cold,
Nor love ain’t enough for a soldier.
Enough, enough, enough for a soldier,
Enough, enough, enough for a soldier,
Enough, enough, enough for a soldier,
A so-oldier of the King!

If the wife should go wrong with a comrade, be loath
To shoot when you catch them – you’ll swing, on my oath! –
Make him take her and keep her: that’s Hell for them both,
And you’re shut of the curse of a soldier.
Curse, curse, curse of a soldier,
Curse, curse, curse of a soldier,
Curse, curse, curse of a soldier,
A so-oldier of the King!

When first under fire and you’re wishful to duck,
Don’t look nor take heed at the man that is struck,
Be thankful you’re living, and trust to your luck
And march to your front like a soldier.
Front, front, front like a soldier,
Front, front, front like a soldier,
Front, front, front like a soldier,
A so-oldier of the King!

When half of your bullets fly wide in the ditch,
Don’t call your rifle a cross-eyed old !@#$%;
She’s human as you are – you treat her as sich,
And she’ll fight for the young brave soldier.
Fight, fight, fight for the soldier,
Fight, fight, fight for the soldier,
Fight, fight, fight for the soldier,
A so-oldier of the King!

When shaking their bustles like ladies so fine,
The guns of the enemy wheel into line,
Shoot low at the limbers and don’t mind the shine,
For noise never startles the soldier.
Start-, start-, startles the soldier,
Start-, start-, startles the soldier,
Start-, start-, startles the soldier,
A so-oldier of the King!

If your officer’s dead and the sergeants look white,
Remember it’s ruin to run from a fight:
So take open order, lie down, and sit tight,
And wait for supports like a soldier.
Wait, wait, wait like a soldier,
Wait, wait, wait like a soldier,
Wait, wait, wait like a soldier,
A so-oldier of the King!

When you’re wounded and left on the desolate plains,
And the enemy come out to cut up what remains,
Just roll to your rifle and blow out your brains
An’ go to the Light like a soldier.
Go, go, go like a soldier,
Go, go, go like a soldier,
Go, go, go like a soldier,
So-oldier of the King!

Go, go, go like a soldier,
Go, go, go like a soldier,
Go, go, go like a soldier,
So-oldier of the King!


Different countries see this song in different lights, but I always thought of it as a sad, sentimental and heartbreaking song. This one required no changes at all. Enjoy.

— The Foggy Dew —

When I was a bachelor young and bold,
I followed the roving trade.
And all the harm that ever I done,
I courted a handsome maid.
I wooed her all the summertime,
And a part of the winter too.
And the only harm that ever I done
Was to keep off the foggy dew.

It was all on one night about twelve o’clock,
When I lay fast asleep.
There came this maid to my bedside
And bitterly she did weep.
She wept, she moaned, she tore her hair,
And she cried, “What shall I do?”
So all that night I held her tight
Just to keep off the foggy dew.

Well all the first part of that night
How we did sport and play,
And all the latter part of that night
Snug in my arms she lay.
And when the broad daylight appeared
She cried, “I am undone!”
“Oh, hold your tongue, you silly young girl,
For the foggy dew have gone.”

I never told nobody her name
And damned be if I do,
But many’s the time I think of that night
When I kept off the foggy dew.


A lot of people tend to sing this song as a happy jig, but the first time I heard it, it was as a murder ballad, and it’s one of the most haunting songs I’ve ever heard. It could work for the majority of races, really, though due to its origins it would probably work best for dwarves. This one required no changes whatsoever. Enjoy.


—The Banks of Red Roses—

When I was a wee thing, I heard my mother say
That I was a rambler, aye and easy led astray
‘Afore that I would work I would rather sport and play
Wi’ my Johnny on the banks o’ red roses

-Chorus-
On the banks of red roses my love and I sat doon
And he took oot his tunin’ box for tae play his love a tune
In the middle o’ the tune, his love got up and cried
Oh Johnny, Johnny, dinna gan and leave me

Oh they walked and they talked till they cam untae a cave
Where all night long her Johnny had been digging at her grave
All the night long her Johnny had been digging at her grave
By the bonnie bonnie banks o’ red roses

Oh Johnny, lovely Johnny, oh that grave it’s no for me
Oh yes, my dearest Molly, that your bridal bed shall be
Oh yes, my dearest Molly, that your bridal bed shall be
Andh he’s laid her doon low on red roses

(Repeat chorus)

That night as he was gat hame, his heart was full of fear
Everyone he met, he thocht it was his dear
Everyone he met, he thocht it was his dear
That he’d slain on the banks o’ red roses

(Repeat chorus)