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jim moray - lord gregory كلمات أغنية

i am a king’s daughter, that’s straight from cappoquin
in search of lord gregory, pray god i’ll find him

the snow it wets my yellow hair and the rain falls on my skin
the baby’s cold in my arms, love, lord gregory let me in

lord gregory is not here, henceforth can’t be seen
for he’s gone to bonny scotland to bring home his new queen

so leave now these windows and likewise this hall
for it’s there in the ocean you should hide your downfall

but who will shoe my baby’s foot, and who will glove her hand?
who will tie her round the waist with a long linen band?

who will comb my baby’s yellow hair with a fine ivory comb?
who will be my baby’s father till lord gregory comes home?

don’t you remember, lord gregory, that night in cappoquin
we exchanged bonnie handkerchiefs and all against my will

yours was made of purest silk, and mine was made of cloth
yours it cost a guinea, love, but it was wondrous soft

don’t you remember, lord gregory, that night in cappoquin
we exchanged rings off our fingers and all against my will
yours was made of purest gold, and mine was made of tin
yours it cost a guinea, love, but it was false within

don’t you remember lord gregory that night in my father’s hall
you stole away my maidenhead and that was worst of all

lord gregory lay asleeping and a strange dream he saw
i dreamed the lass of aughrim was knocking at my door

lie there, lie there, my only son, lie there and take your sleep
for it’s long ago her yellow locks are floating in the deep

so saddle me the black horse, and likewise the grey
that i might ride, my girl to find, and bring her back to me

i will range ov’r mountains, and valleys so wide
till i find the girl of aughrim and lay down by her side

so he has rode ov’r black hills, and to the sea stand
and there he’s called her by her name, the ring of his hands

and there he spied a little boat dashed on the seashore
for annie floated on the waves but her baby grows no more

woe betide you cruel mother and an ill death may you die
that would not let fair annie in, when she came to ask for me
now i will range ov’r mountains, and valleys so wide
till i find the girl of aughrim who should’ve been my bride

- jim moray

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