III. Whar Gadie Bins. O, an' I were whar Gadie rins, O, an' I were whar Gadie rins At the back o' Bennochie. Ance mair to hear the wild birds' sang; How mony a day in blythe Spring time, How mony a day in Summer's prime, I've saunterin' wil'd awa the time On the heights o' Bennochie. Ah! fortune's flowers wi' thorns grow rife, And walth is won wi' toil and strife; Ae day gie me o' youthfu' life, At the back o' Bennochie. III. Wo Gadie Rinnt. , wär' ich nur wo Gadie rinnt, Wo Gadie rinnt, wo Gadie rinnt, , wär' ich nur wo Gadie rinnt Weit über Bennochie. O, wär' ich Gadie, wo du rinn'st Möcht' ich der Vöglein Wildgesang Oft in der frohen Frühlingszeit, An Dornen sind die Rosen reich, Ah! Mary, there on ilka nicht, When baith our hearts were young and licht, We've wandered by the clear moonlicht Wi' speech baith fond and free. Ance mair, ance mair, whar Gadie rins, Mit Jugendherzen leicht und frei Noch einmal, O! wo Gadie rinnt Wo Gadie rinnt, wo Gadie rinnt O, laß mich ruh'n wo Gadie rinnt Weit über Bennochie. Roy's wife of Aldivalloch, Wat ye how she cheated me As I cam o'er the braes o' Balloch? She vow'd, she swore she wad be mine, She said she lo'ed me best o' ony; But oh the fickle, faithless quean, She's ta'en the carle and left her Johnnie. She was a kind and canty quean, Weel could she dance the Hieland Walloch; How happy I, had she been mine; Or I been Roy of Aldivalloch ! Her hair sae fair, her een sae clear, Her wee bit mou' sae sweet and bonnie; To me she ever will be dear, Tho' she's for ever left her Johnnie! Roy's wife of Aldivalloch. |