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From the gaelic of Evan MacColl (The Lochfyne Bard), Translated by Malcolm MacFarlane. Air from the ‘Celtic Lyre’ arranged by Helen Hopekirk, 1905.
Ailie Bain O' the Glen
by Evan MacColl
(Chorus:
Ai-lie Bain o’ the glen,
bonnie lassie, winsome lassie;
Ai-lie Bain o’ the glen,
Wha’ could help but lo’e her?)
Here wi’lips fore- tok’ning kisses,
waiting dull and wear-ie;
‘Tis nae won-der my heart’s wish is
Quickly come my dear-ie.
(Chorus)
A’ the lads are daft a-boot ye;
A’ the bardies praise ye;
Were I ane my-sel’, I doubt na
I’d gang rhym’in crazy.
(Chorus)
On the cauld nichts tho’ my plaid-ie
Shel-ter’d us but spare-ly,
Yet my part-in’ frae be-side ye
Seem’d tae come owre ear-ly.
(Chorus)
What tho’ mon-ied cuifs en-deav-or
Wi’ their gowd tae lure ye;
True tae me yer heart beats ev-er;
Ne’er shall they se-cure ye!
(Chorus)
Ai-lie Bain o’ the glen,
bonnie lassie, winsome lassie;
Ai-lie Bain o’ the glen,
Wha’ could help but lo’e her?)
Here wi’lips fore- tok’ning kisses,
waiting dull and wear-ie;
‘Tis nae won-der my heart’s wish is
Quickly come my dear-ie.
(Chorus)
A’ the lads are daft a-boot ye;
A’ the bardies praise ye;
Were I ane my-sel’, I doubt na
I’d gang rhym’in crazy.
(Chorus)
On the cauld nichts tho’ my plaid-ie
Shel-ter’d us but spare-ly,
Yet my part-in’ frae be-side ye
Seem’d tae come owre ear-ly.
(Chorus)
What tho’ mon-ied cuifs en-deav-or
Wi’ their gowd tae lure ye;
True tae me yer heart beats ev-er;
Ne’er shall they se-cure ye!
(Chorus)