Jenny O' The Braes

歌詞

The people *cried* her Jenny O' the Braes And she was weal came tae us all Her ganglin' body, hangin neath her claes Made her stand out when she strode down the braes Two days a week, she'd come visitin' the town She'd tack the braes rain, hail or shine Her silver hair would be fleein' in the wind And folk thocht her a creature mad or wild When ice and snow gripped o'er the country You'd see the smoke rise frae her chimney The world ablow could then rest easy, for Jenny O' the Braes The wind blew always round the muir It rattled on her cottage windae She sat inside close by the fire She was content in her een company And if you asked her if she was weal She'd say I'm grand sir, how's yoursel' And then she'd trudge on up the hill, Jenny O' the Braes She was nee bother', how'e'r much we ga'e'er She look down cheese, breed, oats and barley She was nee farscht with trouble or care She'd spurn the knock that grocht a helpin' hand Sometimes she'd wander o'er the muir Collectin' heather, plants and flowers And singin' softly tae hersel', Jenny O' the Braes Last year she baeded mare at haem Her cottage door was seldom open And when the spring flowers come tae bloom She hardly ever ventured down the braes One day when someone was out walkin' They saw her chimney was nae smokin' They found her sittin' in the kitchen, a smile upon her face, Jenny O' the Braes