 sj |
||
|
||
| ||||||
|
Share
DOWN BY THE TAN-YARD SIDE I am a rambling hero, With life I am ensnared, Near to the town of Bonny Glas There dwells a comely maid. She is fairer than Diana bright, She is free from earthly pride, She's a lovely girl, and her dwelling-place Lies near the tan-yard side. I stood in meditation, I viewed her o'er and o'er, I thought she was Aurora bright Descending down so low. "Oh no, kind sir, I'm a country girl," She modestly replied, "I labour daily for my bread Down by the tan-yard side." Her golden hair in ringlets rare Fell o'er her snowy neck, The killing glances of her eyes Would save a ship from wreck, Her two brown sparkling eyes And her teeth like the ivory white, It would make a man become her slave Down by the tan-yard side. For twelve long months we courted Till at length we did agree, And for to acquaint her parents And married we would be, Until her cruel father To me he proved unkind, He made me sail across the sea And leave my love behind. Fare ye well, my ancient parent, Farewell to you I bid adieu, I am crossing the main ocean All for the love of you, And if ever I return again I will make you my bride, I will enrol you in my arms, love, Down by the tan-yard side. @love DT #585 Laws M28 From Creighton, Songs and Ballads of Nova Scotia, no.76 collected from Patrick Williams of Devil's Island Nova Scotia filename[ TANYARD TUNE FILE: TANYARD CLICK TO PLAY SOF oct96 |
|
