With Kitty I'll Go It's with Kitty I'll go for a ramble Over the mountains wild Where the blackbirds nest in the brambles In the home where the eagle chides Or in some lonely valley Where the birds in the evening nest And mine with their prayers would mingle For the sun to hurry west Oh, me darling wee lark of the heather Your voice is so sweet to me As the stars all singing together Where the mountains sweep down to the sea And all of Erin's bright treasures All her beautiful locks and rills Cannot equal one smile from my Caitlin My queen of the heathery hills Oh, I'll buy the roughest of raiment To last out the life of man My whiskers unkempt and unshaven Till the reach is a mile in span Like the fleece of the grey mountain wether They'll tumble and dangle around If I don't get a wife in the heather I'll try in the new-mown ground From the singing of Jean Ritchie JN oct96
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