Jim - when you're quite finished fantasising about The Masses, could you tell me what you know about a song called My Blue Eyed Mountain Queen? Was in the merry month of may when the fields were fresh and green I we forced to leave my native home me age being scarce sixteen And when I parted with my lass her loving tears were seen In troubled mind I left behind my blue eyed mountain queen Farewell to Glenbay's green clad hills and her lovely mountain streams Where the sun arose and through the gloom poured forth her brilliant beams Was grand to stand beneath the view bound round wi' laurels green In meadow's gay I spent my days with my blue eyed mountain queen Me Father he's a fisherman he ploughs the raging sea Me Mother's dead seven long years, sleeps cold beneath the clay Me brothers aye me sisters four I regard them with esteem But little they know that I weep full sore, for my blue eyed mountain queen God speed the ship across the deep that brings my love to me A wind to fill her pleasant sails as she goes ower the sea Her ensign bright does wave about it's of the emerald green And on it's breast it bears the crest of my blue eyed mountain queen To hear it sung go the Shibboleth page & click on the 2nd song.
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