The Shepherd Lad O' Rhynie

The Shepherd Lad O' Rhynie

Oh come o come, my bonny love,

We'll baith jine haunds and mairry,

What o the world say that they will,

For we'll baith jine haunds and mairry, mairry,

For we'll baith jine haunds and mairry, mairry.

I'll gie tae ye my pipes and drones,

Tae play when ye are weary,

And a that I'll seek back fae ye,

Is a kiss fae thee my dearie, dearie,

Is a kiss fae thee my dearie, dearie.

I widnae hae yer pipes and drones,

Tae play when I am weary,

And a kiss fae me ye'll never get,

And aye ne'er shall ca ye dearie, dearie,

And aye ne'er shall ca ye dearie, dearie.

I'll gie tae ye my fleecy flock,

Though they were twice as many,

And a that I'll seek back frae thee,

Is we'll baith jine haunds and mairry, mairry,

Is we'll baith jine haunds and mairry, mairry.

But when her faither heard o this,

He widnae let her tak him,

And a that he could say tae her,

It's best that ye forsake him, sake him,

It's best that ye forsake him, sake him

And when she heard whit he had said,

He went tae a place near Rhynie,

And he threw himself oot ower a rock,

And wis nivver seen be ony, ony,

And wis nivver seen be ony, ony.

And when she heard whit he had daen,

The tears came doon lamenting,

And she's weepit lood, and she's weepit sair,

For her shepherd lad o Rhynie, Rhynie,

For her shepherd lad o Rhynie, Rhynie.

O faither, faither, mak ma bed,

And mak it lang and narrow,

For my love died for me today,

I shall die for him tomorrow, morrow,

I shall die for him tomorrow, morrow.

She put her airms roon her faither's neck,

And her hairt wis foo o sorrow,

And she pit her heid on her faither's chest,

And she ne'er did see the morrow, morrow,

And she ne'er did see the morrow, morrow.

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	The Shepherd Lad O' Rhynie Oh come o come, my bonny love, We'll baith jine haunds and mairry, What o the world say that they will, For we'll baith jine haunds and mairry, mairry, For we'll baith jine haunds and mairry, mairry. I'll gie tae ye my pipes and drones, Tae play when ye are weary, And a that I'll seek back fae ye, Is a kiss fae thee my dearie, dearie, Is a kiss fae thee my dearie, dearie. I widnae hae yer pipes and drones, Tae play when I am weary, And a kiss fae me ye'll never get, And aye ne'er shall ca ye dearie, dearie, And aye ne'er shall ca ye dearie, dearie. I'll gie tae ye my fleecy flock, Though they were twice as many, And a that I'll seek back frae thee, Is we'll baith jine haunds and mairry, mairry, Is we'll baith jine haunds and mairry, mairry. But when her faither heard o this, He widnae let her tak him, And a that he could say tae her, It's best that ye forsake him, sake him, It's best that ye forsake him, sake him And when she heard whit he had said, He went tae a place near Rhynie, And he threw himself oot ower a rock, And wis nivver seen be ony, ony, And wis nivver seen be ony, ony. And when she heard whit he had daen, The tears came doon lamenting, And she's weepit lood, and she's weepit sair, For her shepherd lad o Rhynie, Rhynie, For her shepherd lad o Rhynie, Rhynie. O faither, faither, mak ma bed, And mak it lang and narrow, For my love died for me today, I shall die for him tomorrow, morrow, I shall die for him tomorrow, morrow. She put her airms roon her faither's neck, And her hairt wis foo o sorrow, And she pit her heid on her faither's chest, And she ne'er did see the morrow, morrow, And she ne'er did see the morrow, morrow. Next Song copyright 2002 , Jim & Beth Boyle, All Rights Reserved No part of this website may be used for any purpose ( including using images ) without written consent from The Rams Horn