The Mermaid Of Galloway Lyrics

A maid has sat on the green merse side
For ten lang years and mair
An’ every night o’ the clear new moon
She combs her yellow hair
An‘ while she sheds her burning gowd
Full sweet she sings an hie
‘Til each bird that wooes the green wood
Is charmed and heaves a sigh

Wha e’er listens to that sweet sang
Or gangs the fair dame tae
Ne’er hears the sang o’ the lark again
Nor waukens an earthlie ee
It fell aboot the sweet summer month
In the first night o’ the moon
She sat upon a sea weed rock
And combed her silk locks doon

I’ve dwelt on the Nith said young Cowehill
For twenty years an’ three
The sweetest sang that e’er broke frae a lip
Comes through the greenwood tae me
Is it a voice frae twae earthlie lips
That makes sic a melody?
It wad tempt the lark frae the lift
And weel may it tempt me

Then up and spoke his little foot page
Sir I dreamed a dreary thing
I dreamed ye kissed a pair o’ sweet lips
And sadness did they bring
Come take my steed my little foot page
And hameward ye may gan
I maun kiss thae lips that sing
And through the greenwood he ran

Young Cowehill has the merse side reached
and seen the maid sat there
Wi’ ilka stroke o’ her pearlie comb
She bid him touch her hair
You maun kiss me ‘neath the chin
An syne come kiss my cheek
An’ spread my hanks o‘ watery hair
In the new moon beam to drip

So first he kissed her dimpled chin
And syne he kissed her cheek
And lang he woo’ed her willin’ lips Like heather honey sweet
What will she say yer bonnie young bride
Busked wi’ the siller fine
When the kisses ye kept for her lips
Are left wi vows on mine?

He took his lips frae her red rose mou
His airm frae her waist sae sma
Sweet maiden I’m in bridal speed
It’s time I were awa
She pulled the bride ring frae his finger
And threw it in the sea
That hand shall grace nae other ring
But wi the will o’ me

She held him in her lillie white airms
An‘ left her pearlie comb
His fleecy locks trailed o’er the sand
And she took to the white sea foam

First raise the star oot o’er the hill
And neist the clear new moon
While the bride o‘ Gallowa’
Looked for her blithe bride groom
She laid the bride cake ‘neath her head
An’ syne below her feet
She laid down ‘tween the lillie white sheets
And soondlie did she sleep

‘Twas in the middle hour o’ the night
Her siller bell did ring
An sount’ as if nae earthlie hand
Had pulled the silken string
There was a cheek touch that young maid’s
Cauld as the marble stane
An’ a hand like icy snaw
Was laid on her breast bane

O cold is thy hand my Billy
O cold, cold is thy cheek
Ani wring thae locks o‘ yellow hair
Frae which the cold draps dreep
Seek anither bridegroom Marie
On thae bosom faulds tae sleep
My bride it is the water lillie
Its leaves my bridal sheet

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