Right Ho! This comes from Martha McGhee Glisson, who, last I heard, was practicing law in Atlanta Georgia. If you run across her, give her my best and tell her my sister is practicing law in Chicago.

Why should I sit and sigh, pulling bracken, pulling bracken?
Why should I sit and sigh, on a hillside dreary?
When I see the plover rising, or the curlew wheeling,
Then I know my mortal lover, back to me is stealing.

Why should I sit and sigh, pulling bracken, pulling bracken?
Why should I sit and sigh, on a hillside dreary?
Oh, but there is something wanting. Oh, but I am weary.
Come, my blythe and bonny laddie, o'er the moor to cheer me.

This is a translation from a Gaelic song, Tha Mi Skiddle, which means I am weary. I think Martha did the translation herself. You may find others, but that's the one I am discouraged from singing.