Misc Traditional – The Flowers Of The Forest (Ukulele)

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I've heard them liltin',at the ewe milkin,'

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Lasses a-liltin' before dawn of day.

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But now they are moanin', on ilka green loanin'.

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[Verse 2]
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As boughts in the mornin', nae blithe lads are scornin',

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Lasses are lonely and dowie and wae.

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Nae daffin', nae gabbin', but sighin' and sobbin',

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Ilk ane lifts her leglin, and hies her away.

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At e'en in the gloamin', nae swankies are roamin',

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'Mang stacks wi' the lasses at bogle to play.

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But ilk maid sits drearie, lamentin' her dearie,

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The flowers of the forest are a' wede away.

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In har'st at the shearin' nae youths now are jeerin'

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Bandsters are runkled, and lyart, or grey.

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At fair or at preachin', nae wooin', nae fleecin',

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The flowers of the forest are a' wede away.

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Dool for the order sent our lads to the Border

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the English for ance by guile wan the day.

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The flowers of the forest, that fought aye the foremost,

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The prime of our land lie cauld in the clay.

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We'll hae nae mair liltin', at the ewe milkin',

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Women and bairns are dowie and wae.

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Sighin' and moanin' on ilka green loanin',

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The flowers of the forest are all wede away.