The wee lass on the brae, song

Jim MacFarland, singing in English
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As I roved out on a bright summer's day
The fields were in blossom the meadows were gay
I spied a wee lassie trippin' over the green
And I took her for Helen the Grecian queen
The Grecian queen the Grecian queen
I took her for Helen the Grecian queen.

She's admired among others I know them right well
Each morning to view that sweet spot where she dwells
Beneath the hawthorn at the brink of yon hill
May she never marry but think on me still
But think on me still but think on me still
May she never marry but think on me still.

Ah me parents they skived on me and it's all for their sake
And oft-times it causes my poor heart to break
But the more I think on them the more I would to say
That there's no-one will be mine but the wee lass on the brae
The wee lass on the brae the wee lass on the brae
For there's no-one will be mine but the wee lass on the brae.

And faith there is a decline over yon far off sky
And it’s off to my darlin’ like lightning I’ll fly
If the night were as long as a long summer’s day
I would cheerfully sit with the wee lass on the brae
The wee lass on the brae the wee lass on the brae
I would cheerfully sit with the wee lass on the brae.

Ah fare ye well darlin' I love you the best
And may you be happy and may you be blessed
And may you think on me when I’m far away
For there's no-one will be mine but the wee lass on the brae
The wee lass on the brae the wee lass on the brae
There's no one will be mine but the wee lass on the brae.