The Lass of Glenshee Lyrics

One fine Summers morning as daylight was dawning

Bright Phoebus had risen, shone over the lea

I spied a young maiden all down by the river

A-herding her flocks on the hills of Glenshee

I stood in amazement, said I, "Pretty fair maid

If you will come down to James' Town with me

Oh there's ne'er been a lady set foot in my castle

There's never been a lady quite grander than thee"

A coach and six horses to go at your bidding

And all men who speak will sing "Ma'am" unto thee

Fine servants to serve you and go at your bidding

I'll make you my bride, sweet lass of Glenshee

"What use would I have for your castles, your coaches?

What use would I have for your gay grandeury?

For I'd rather be home at my cot, at my spinning

Or herding my flocks on the hills of Glenshee"

"Away with such nonsense and get up beside me

E'er summer has come my sweet bride you will be

And then in my arms I'll gently caress thee"

And then she consented, and I took her with me

Seven years have rolled on now since we were united

And there's manys a change, but there's no change on me

My love, is as fair as that morn on the mountain

When I plucked me a wild rose from the hills of Glenshee