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lirik lagu alasdair roberts, amble skuse & david mcguinness - clerk colven

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[verse 1]
clerk colven and his g-y lady
as they walked in yon garden green
a belt about her middle [?]
which cost clerk colven crowns fifteen

“oh harken well now my good lord
oh harken well to what i say
when ye gang to the walls of stream
you gang nay near nay well fair’d maid”

green grow the [?]
and bonnie blows the brune

[verse 2]
“oh hold your tongue my g-y lady
and dinnae [?] me with ya din
i never saw a fair lady
but with her body i would sin”

he’s mounted on his berry-brown steed
and merry, merry rid he on
till he come on t’ the walls of stream
and there he saw the mermaiden

green grow the berk and [?]
and bonnie blows the brune

[verse 3]
“ye wash, ye wash, ye bonnie maid
and i will wash yer salk of silk”
“it’s all for you my good lord
my skin is whiter than the milk”

he’s taen her by the lily-white hand
and taen her the sleeve sae green
and he’s forgotten his g-y lady
and [?] a mermaiden

green grow the berk and [?]
and bonnie blows the brune

[verse 4]
“[?], alas” cries clerk colven
and i [?] my head”
then merrily [?] the mermaiden
“aye, even on till ye be dead”

but you took out yer wee penknife
and from my sark you shear a gore
wrap that about yer bonnie head
and the pain you’ll feel nay more

green grow the berk and [?]
and bonnie blows the brune

[verse 5]
so he took out his wee penknife
and from her sark he’s sheared a gore
wrapped that about his bonnie head
but the pain grew more and more

[?] alas” cries clerk colven
and i [?] head”
[?] merrily [?] the mermaiden
[?] till ye be dead

green grow the berk and [?]
and bonnie blows the brune

[verse 6]
so he took out his wee penknife
and [?] her dead
but she’s become a fish again
and merrily sprang into the flood

he’s mounted on his berry-brown steed
and dowie, dowie rid he on
and heavy, heavy, lighted down
when to his mother’s bower he came

green grow the berk and [?]
and bonnie blows the brune

[verse 7]
“oh mother, mother make my bed
and gentle, lady, lay me down
and brother, dear, unbend my bow
’twill ne’er be bent by me again”

his mother she has made his bed
and gentle, lady, laid him down
his brother, he’s unbent his bow
twas never bent by him again

green grow the berk and [?]
and bonnie blows the brune


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