Song | Tibbie Fowler O' The Glen |
Artist | Andy M. Stewart |
Album | Donegal Rain |
作词 : Traditional | |
Tibbie Fowler o' the glen, there's ower mony wooin' at her | |
Tibbie Fowler o' the glen, there's ower mony wooin' at her | |
Ten cam' east and ten cam' west and ten cam' sailin' ower the watter | |
Twa cam' doon yon lang dyke side, there's ower mony wooin' at her | |
Chorus (after each verse): | |
Wooin' at her, pu'in at her | |
Wantin' her, canna get her | |
Silly elf, it's for her pelf | |
A' the lads are wooin' at her | |
Seven but and seven ben, aye seven in the pantry wi' her | |
Twenty heid aroon' the door, there's ower mony wooin' at her | |
She's got pendles in her lugs, aye cockle shells would set her better | |
High-heeled sheen wi' siller tags and a' the lads are wooin' at her | |
Be a lassie 'ere sae black o' gin she hid the penny siller | |
Set her up on | |
Tintock Tap, the wind will blaw a minnie 'til her | |
Be a lassie 'ere sae fair o' gin she hid the penny siller | |
A flea would fell her in the air afore a man was even 'til her | |
Tibbie Fowler o' the glen, there's ower mony wooin' at her | |
Tibbie Fowler o' the glen, there's ower mony wooin' at her |
zuò cí : Traditional | |
Tibbie Fowler o' the glen, there' s ower mony wooin' at her | |
Tibbie Fowler o' the glen, there' s ower mony wooin' at her | |
Ten cam' east and ten cam' west and ten cam' sailin' ower the watter | |
Twa cam' doon yon lang dyke side, there' s ower mony wooin' at her | |
Chorus after each verse: | |
Wooin' at her, pu' in at her | |
Wantin' her, canna get her | |
Silly elf, it' s for her pelf | |
A' the lads are wooin' at her | |
Seven but and seven ben, aye seven in the pantry wi' her | |
Twenty heid aroon' the door, there' s ower mony wooin' at her | |
She' s got pendles in her lugs, aye cockle shells would set her better | |
Highheeled sheen wi' siller tags and a' the lads are wooin' at her | |
Be a lassie ' ere sae black o' gin she hid the penny siller | |
Set her up on | |
Tintock Tap, the wind will blaw a minnie ' til her | |
Be a lassie ' ere sae fair o' gin she hid the penny siller | |
A flea would fell her in the air afore a man was even ' til her | |
Tibbie Fowler o' the glen, there' s ower mony wooin' at her | |
Tibbie Fowler o' the glen, there' s ower mony wooin' at her |