Testo di The Hexhamshire Lass

Away with the buff and the blue, and away with the cap and feather I want to see my lass who lives in Hexhamshire. Over the Sabie Syke and over the moss and the mire I want to see my lass who lives in Hexhamshire Her father loves her well, and her mother loves her better I love the lass mesel' but, man, I cannot get her. Over the Sabie Syke and over the moss and the mire I want to see my lass who lives in Hexhamshire If only I could be lying there beside her While I must bide here, my arms will be denied her. Over the Sabie Syke and over the moss and the mire I want to see my lass who lives in Hexhamshire Of this love of mine, of this love I am weary Sleep I can't get none for thinking of my dearie Over the Sabie Syke and over the moss and the mire I want to see my lass who lives in Hexhamshire My heart is like to break, and my bosom is on fire So well I love that lass who lives in Hexhamshire Her skin is soft as silk and her hair is fine as silver Her breasts are deep and cool, they'll warm when I get near her Over the Sabie Syke and over the moss and the mire I want to see my lass who lives in Hexhamshire Away with the parson's shilling and away with the cap and feather I want to see my lass who lives in Hexhamshire Over the Sabie Syke and over the moss and the mire I want to see my lass who lives in Hexhamshire