Lyrics

'Twas in the month of sweet July Before the sun had pierced the sky; Down between two rigs of rye I heard two lovers talking Said he, "Lassie, I must away Along with you I cannot stay But I've a word or two to say If you've the time to listen." "Of your father he takes great care Your mother combs your yellow hair; But your sisters say you'll get no share If you follow me, a stranger." "My father may fret and my mother may frown My sisters too I do disown; If they were all dead and below the ground I would follow you, a stranger." "Oh lassie, lassie, your portion's small Perhaps it may be none at all You're not a match for me at all So go and wed with some other." The lassie's courage began to fail Her rosy cheeks grew wan and pale; And the tears come trickling down like hail Or a heavy shower in the summer This lad he being of courage fine He's dried her tears and he's kissed her eyes Saying, "Weep no more lass, you shall be mine I said it all to try you." This couple they are married now And they have bairnies one and two; And they live in Brechin the winter through Aye, and in Montrose in summer