Cuttin’ Rushes

Lyrics

Oh maybe it was yesterday, or fifty years ago! Meself was risin' early on a day for cuttin' rushes Walkin' up the Brabla' burn, still the sun was low Now I'd hear the burn run an' then I'd hear the thrushes Young, still young! - an' drenchin' wet the grass Wet the golden honeysuckle hangin' sweetly down; "Here lad, here! will ye follow where I pass An' find me cuttin' rushes on the mountain." Then it was only yesterday, or fifty years or so? Rippin' round the bog pools high among the heather The hook it made her hand sore, she had to leave it go 'Twas me that cut the rushes then for her to bind together Come, dear, come! an' back along the burn See the darlin' honeysuckle hangin' like a crown Quick, one kiss, - "sure, there' someone at the turn!" Oh, we're afther cuttin' rushes on the mountain Yesterday, yesterday, or fifty years ago I waken out o' dreams when I hear the summer thrushes Oh, that's the Brabla' burn, I can hear it sing an' flow For all that's fair, I'd sonner see a bunch o' green rushes Run, run, run! can ye mind when we were young? The honeysuckle hangs above, the pool is dark an' brown: Sing, burn, sing! can ye mind the song ye sung The days we cut the rushes on the mountain?