DARLING AILIE

)Darling Ailie (or Eilidh) was written by Phil Cunningham.)

Many years ago when I was in my prime,
I courted Bonnie Ailie around the harvest time.
I courted her sae weel, that she said she would be mine
And I won my Darling Ailie.

And as we were awalkin' all along the golden sand
She'd sweetly turn and she'd hold me by the hand.
When she looked into my eyes, how it made me feel so grand
To be with my Darling Ailie.

Down through the glen where the wild eagles fly,
Down to the place where my bonnie lassie lies,
I brush away the tears as they flood into my eyes
As I think of my Darling Ailie.

My life is fading now with each falling grain of sand.
Soon I must go to a far and distant land.
I know that once I'm there I'll again hold the hand
Of my own dear Darling Ailie.

Down to the glen where the pines they grow tall,
There I'll lay down and await the master's call.
For all I want to do is to die after all,
And be with my darling Ailie.

I strode the heather on the side of the hill
Where I'd go walkin' with my Ailie McGill.
I loved her then and how I love her still,
How I miss you, my Darling Ailie!

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~Masato