Emily Smith The Bleacher Lassie O' Kelvinhaugh
As I was walking one summer’s evening
A walking doon by the Broomielaw
It‘s wha did I spy but a bonnie young lassie
She’d cherry cheeks aye, and a skin like snaw
Says I ma lassie will ye gan wi me?
I’ll dress ye up in fifine satins braw
Oh no kind sir I would raither tarry
A wee bleacher lass, here on Kelvinhaugh
Oh lassie, lassie, ye are hard hairted
I wish your fair face I never saw
For I will go an’ fifind another young lassie
Doon by the bleach fields o‘ Kelvinhaugh
Tis seeven years since I had a sweetheart
And seeven mair since I did him see
And seeven mair I will wait upon him
If he’s alive he’ll return to me
Oh lassie, lassie, ye hae been faithful
Oh lassie, lassie, ye hae been true
For I’m your young lad and single sailor
Wha’s come afar for tae wed wi’ you
If you’re my young lad and single sailor
Your face and features seem strange to me
But seeven years makes great alteration
Ah the ragin’ seas between you and me
It’s noo this couple they hae got mairried
And run an ale hoose atween them twa
And the sailor lads they aye come drinkin
Tae the bleacher lass o’ Kelvinhaugh
