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charles villiers stanford - cuttin' rushes lyrics

oh maybe it was yesterday, or fifty years ago!
meself was risin’ early on a day for cuttin’ rushes
walkin’ up the brabla’ burn, still the sun was low
now i’d hear the burn run an’ then i’d hear the thrushes
young, still young! _ an’ drenchin’ wet the grass
wet the golden honeysuckle hangin’ sweetly down;
“here lad, here! will ye follow where i pass
an’ find me cuttin’ rushes on the mountain.”

then it was only yesterday, or fifty years or so?
rippin’ round the bog pools high among the heather
the hook it made her hand sore, she had to leave it go
’twas me that cut the rushes then for her to bind together
come, dear, come! an’ back along the burn
see the darlin’ honeysuckle hangin’ like a crown
quick, one kiss, _ “sure, there’ someone at the turn!”
oh, we’re afther cuttin’ rushes on the mountain

yesterday, yesterday, or fifty years ago
i waken out o’ dreams when i hear the summer thrushes
oh, that’s the brabla’ burn, i can hear it sing an’ flow
for all that’s fair, i’d sonner see a bunch o’ green rushes
run, run, run! can ye mind when we were young?
the honeysuckle hangs above, the pool is dark an’ brown:
sing, burn, sing! can ye mind the song ye sung
the days we cut the rushes on the mountain?

- charles villiers stanford lyrics

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