Heather Alexander The Hexhamshire Lass
Away with the buff and the blue, and away with the cap
and feather
I want to see my lass who lives in Hexhamshire.
CHORUS:
Over the Sabie Syke and over the moss and the mire
I want to see my lass who lives in Hexhamshire
Her father loves her well, and her mother loves her
better
I love the lass mesel' but, man, I cannot get her.
If only I could be lying there beside her
While I must bide here, my arms will be denied her.
Of this love of mine, of this love I am weary
Sleep I can't get none for thinking of my dearie
My heart is like to break, and my bosom is on fire
So well I love that lass who lives in Hexhamshire
Her skin is soft as silk and her hair is fine as silver
Her breasts are deep and cool, they'll warm when I get
near her
Away with the parson's shilling and away with the cap and
feather
I want to see my lass who lives in Hexhamshire
