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letra de the flowers of the forest - eric bogle

i’ve hear them liltin’, at the ewe milkin,’
l-sses a-liltin’ before dawn of day.
now there’s a moanin’, on ilka green loanin’.
the flowers of the forest are a’ wede away.
as boughs in the mornin’, nae blithe lads are scornin’,
l-sses are lonely and dowie and wae.
nae daffin’, nae gabbin’, but sighin’ and sobbin’,
ilk ane lifts her leglin, and hies her away.
at e’en in the gloamin’, nae sw-nkies are roamin’,
’bout stacks wi’ the l-sses at bogle to play.
but ilk maid sits drearie, lamentin’ her dearie,
the flowers of the forest are a’ wede away.
in har’st at the shearin’ nae youths now are jeerin’
bandsters are runkled, and lyart, or grey.
at fair or at preachin’, nae wooin’, nae fleecin’,
the flowers of the forest are a’ wede away.
dool for the order sent our lads to the border,
the english for ance by guile wan the day.
the flowers of the forest, that fought aye the foremost,
the prime of our land lie cauld in the clay.
we’ll hae nae mair liltin’, at the ewe milkin’,
women and bairns are heartless and wae.
sighin’ and moanin’ on ilka green loanin’,
the flowers of the forest are all wede away.

- eric bogle

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