Lads Among The Heather

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Come all ye young lassies whar hae ye been
Sae sleepy and drowsy, I ken by your een
In all the wide world, you’ll ne’er find a frien’
Like the lads that were reared among heather

Awa’ wi’ yer satins, yer silks and yer shawls
Yer soirees and yer parties and yer elegant balls
For a dance in the barn’s worth ten in the hall
Wi’ the lads that were reared among heather

Tak’ a walk roon yer cities, braw buildings ootside
Gaze on the splendors and the wonder with pride
Fine ships have been built, on the banks o’ the Clyde
By the lads that were reared among heather

Awa’ wi’ yer satins, yer silks and yer shawls
Yer soirees and yer parties and yer elegant balls
For a dance in the barn’s worth ten in the hall
Wi’ the lads that were reared among heather

When the queen wants some soldiers, she kens whaur to send
To the mountains and valleys, the hills and the glens
Wi’ their bonnets and plaids, they’re aye true tae the end
Are the lads that were reared among heather

Awa’ wi’ yer satins, yer silks and yer shawls
Yer soirees and yer parties and yer elegant balls
For a dance in the barn’s worth ten in the hall
Wi’ the lads that were reared among heather

Now England can boast for the sweet-scented rose
And Ireland can boast for the shamrock she grows
But gi’ me the land, where the clear water flows
And the mountains are covered with heather

Awa’ wi’ yer satins, yer silks and yer shawls
Yer soirees and yer parties and yer elegant balls
For a dance in the barn’s worth ten in the hall
Wi’ the lads that were reared among heather

Awa’ wi’ yer satins, yer silks and yer shawls
Yer soirees and yer parties and yer elegant balls
For a dance in the barn’s worth ten in the hall
Wi’ the lads that were reared among heather