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Alistair Hulett

"The Merchant's Son" (karaoke)

"The Merchant's Son" (sheet music)


Noo dae ye ken o' the merchant's son?

It's untae beggin' he has gone.

He's mounted high on a milk-white steed

And awa' for pleasure he did ride.

Richt faalt atint alido, richt faalt aday.

 

A beggar lass he chanced tae meet,

A beggar lassie o' low degree,

And he's taken pity on her distress.

He said, "My lassie, ye've a bonnie face.”

Richt faalt atint alido, richt faalt aday.

 

They baith inclined tae tak' a drink.

Intae a public hoose they went.

Strang beer and whisky, they did pursue

Till the pair o' them, they were roarin' fu.

Richt faalt atint alido, richt faalt aday.

 

They baith inclined tae gae tae bed

And under covers soon were laid

Untill the drink gaed tae their heid

And the pair o' them lay as they were dead.

Richt faalt atint alido, richt faalt aday.

 

Noo in the mornin', this young girl rose,

And she's put on the merchant's clothes

Wi' his hat so high and his sark sae clear,

An' she's awa' wi' the merchant's gear.

Richt faalt atint alido, richt faalt aday.

 

A little while later, this young man rose,

An' look it 'roon' for tae find his clothes.

There was nothin' left there intae the room

But a ragged petticoat an' a winsit goon.

Richt faalt atint alido, richt faalt aday.

 

A stranger the merchant was tae the toon,

So he's put on the cotton goon.

An' doon the road, he soundly swore

He never would lie wi' a beggar nae mair.

Richt faalt atint alido, richt faalt aday.

 

An' doon the road, he soundly swore

He never would lie wi' a beggar nae mair.

Richt faalt atint alido, richt faalt aday.


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