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  • 作词 : Traditional
    The lass that
    I loo'ed first of all
    Was handsome young and fair
    Wi' her I spent some happy nichts
    Alang the banks o'
    Ayr Wi' her
    I spent some happy nichts
    Whaur yon wee burnie rows
    Whaur the echo mocks the corncrake
    Amongst the
    Whinny Knowes
    We loved each other dearly
    Disputes we seldom had
    As constant as the pendulum
    Her heart beat always glad
    We sought for love and found it
    Whaur yon wee burnie rows
    Whaur the echo mocks the corncrake
    Amongst the
    Whinny Knowes
    Ye maidens fair and pleasure dames
    Come fae the banks o'
    Doon Ye dearly pay for every scent
    To the barbers for perfume
    But rural joy is free for a'
    Whaur the scented clover grows
    Whaur the echo mocks the corncrake
    Amongst the
    Whinny Knowes
    The corncrake is noo awa'
    The burn is tae the brim
    The Whinny
    Knowes are cled wi' snaw
    That taps the highest whin
    But when cauld winter is awa'
    And summer clears the sky
    We'll welcome back the corncrake
    The bird o' rural joy
  • 作词 : Traditional
    The lass that
    I loo'ed first of all
    Was handsome young and fair
    Wi' her I spent some happy nichts
    Alang the banks o'
    Ayr Wi' her
    I spent some happy nichts
    Whaur yon wee burnie rows
    Whaur the echo mocks the corncrake
    Amongst the
    Whinny Knowes
    We loved each other dearly
    Disputes we seldom had
    As constant as the pendulum
    Her heart beat always glad
    We sought for love and found it
    Whaur yon wee burnie rows
    Whaur the echo mocks the corncrake
    Amongst the
    Whinny Knowes
    Ye maidens fair and pleasure dames
    Come fae the banks o'
    Doon Ye dearly pay for every scent
    To the barbers for perfume
    But rural joy is free for a'
    Whaur the scented clover grows
    Whaur the echo mocks the corncrake
    Amongst the
    Whinny Knowes
    The corncrake is noo awa'
    The burn is tae the brim
    The Whinny
    Knowes are cled wi' snaw
    That taps the highest whin
    But when cauld winter is awa'
    And summer clears the sky
    We'll welcome back the corncrake
    The bird o' rural joy