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BY THE DRY CARDRONA (James Baxter, D. Tomms) Oh, I have seen the cherries bloom By the dry Cardrona, Where I plucked them long ago On a day when I was sober, On a day when I was sober. My father he wore a parson's coat, By the dry Cardrona, He kept a tally of the sheep and the goat, But I was never sober, No, I was never sober. My mother she sewed her Sunday skirts, By the dry Cardrona, They say she died of a broken heart, For I was never sober, No, I was never sober. And I loved a young lass and only one, By the dry Cardrona. She up and married a banker's son, 'Cause I was never sober, No, I was never sober. So I married a widow of forty-nine, By the dry Cardrona, She owned a stable and a scheelite mine, But I was never sober, No, I was never sober. Oh, lay my bones till the judgement crack, By the dry Cardrona, A blanket swag upon my back To pillow me, drunk or sober, To pillow me, drunk or sober. Oh, the rivers run to a rimless grave, Even the dry Cardrona, But nary a one will turn my way Till I am bone-cold sober, Till I am bone-cold sober. And I have seen the cherries bloom By the dry Cardrona, Where I plucked them long ago On a day when I was sober, On a day when I was sober. filename[ CARDRONA CP |
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