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The Lass of Glenshee - Cara Dillon
One bright summer morning as day was a dawning
Bright phoebus had risen shone over the lea
And I spied a fair maiden all down by the river
While herding her flocks on the hills of glenshee
I stood in amazement said I pretty fair maid
If you will come down to james town with me
Oh there's ne'er been a lady set foot in my castle
There's ne'er been a lady dressed grander than thee
A coach and six horses to go at your bidding
And all men that speak shall say ma'am unto thee
Fine servants to serve you and go at your bidding
I'll make you my bride my sweet lass of glenshee
Oh what do I care for your castles and coaches
And what do I care for your gay grandeury
I'd rather be home at my cot at my spinning
Or herding my flocks on the hills of glenshee
Away with such nonsense and get up beside me
When summer has come my sweet bride you will be
And then in my arms I will gently caress thee
'Twas then she consented I took her with me
Many years have gone on since we were united
There's many's a change but there's no change on me
And my love she's as fair as that morn on
The mountain
I plucked me a wild rose
