>The Wedding O' Blyth

Bluye's gaen oot o' the fashion,
Red's come in with the new;
But I'll have a sailor laddie,
And dye my apron blue.
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O the lousy cutter,
They've ta'en my laddie fra me,
They pressed him far away foreign,
Wi' Nelson ayout the salt sea.

They always come in the night,
They never come in the day,
They always come in the night,
And steal the laddie away.

for tune see forthcoming abc file