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As I was out walking down by the seashore

I met a young woman was crying

I asked her the reason for all her lament

and why she was wringing and sighing

oh sir its a wonder we meet here today

and a wonder my heart is still beating

for not two hours hence

I have buried my child

and my husband in despair defeated



May the winds of the ocean blow over my bones

and hell be my home when Iґm dying

if ever a man shall be able to say

that a daughter of Scotland was lying

for the story unfoldding will burn at your ears

and melt out the heart of a mountain

and the glens full of sheep

will be washed by my tears

where once there were people for counting



they took us at daybreak before we arose

they took us without any warning

and the house we had lived in for all those years

was nothing but stones by the morning

they tore at our roofs with their breakers of steel

and spat on our trust with their curses

and we starved and we froze in the wind and the rain

while they fingered the straps of their purses



now ships there are waiting in Stranraer town

the east winds are cruelly blowing

and new worldґs are waiting and old worldґs are gone

with the chill of the breakers a-rolling

its hope will be sailing to scotiaґs pale shores

like flocks of old geese they are flying

but I had a dream as I lay in my bed

and its here Iґll be doing my dying



and princes and kings will be drinking tonight

a toast to the power and the glory

and may God bless their dreams as they lay in their beds

as I make an end to my story

and all that Iґm asking is earth for a grave

a stone and a bunch of white heather

for my joy and my beauty no more will I live

but death be my comfort forever

As I was out walking down by the seashore

I met a young woman was crying

I asked her the reason for all her lament

and why she was wringing and sighing

oh sir its a wonder we meet here today

and a wonder my heart is still beating

for not two hours hence

I have buried my child

and my husband in despair defeated



May the winds of the ocean blow over my bones

and hell be my home when Iґm dying

if ever a man shall be able to say

that a daughter of Scotland was lying

for the story unfoldding will burn at your ears

and melt out the heart of a mountain

and the glens full of sheep

will be washed by my tears

where once there were people for counting



they took us at daybreak before we arose

they took us without any warning

and the house we had lived in for all those years

was nothing but stones by the morning

they tore at our roofs with their breakers of steel

and spat on our trust with their curses

and we starved and we froze in the wind and the rain

while they fingered the straps of their purses



now ships there are waiting in Stranraer town

the east winds are cruelly blowing

and new worldґs are waiting and old worldґs are gone

with the chill of the breakers a-rolling

its hope will be sailing to scotiaґs pale shores

like flocks of old geese they are flying

but I had a dream as I lay in my bed

and its here Iґll be doing my dying



and princes and kings will be drinking tonight

a toast to the power and the glory

and may God bless their dreams as they lay in their beds

as I make an end to my story

and all that Iґm asking is earth for a grave

a stone and a bunch of white heather

for my joy and my beauty no more will I live

but death be my comfort forever

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