I learned this song from Norman Kennedy, one of the finest Scottish singers. He has been living in theUnited Statesfor quite a number of years now. \u201cSeventeen Come Sunday\u201d is an English variant of this song, and \u201cAs I Roved Out\u201d is an Irish version.<\/p>\n
Chorus \u2013 Gordon Bok, Rene Gilbert, Glenn Jenkins<\/p>\n
\nAs I gaed up yon hieland hill,
\nI met a bonnie lassie
\nShe gave me a wink wi\u2019 the tail o\u2019 her eye;
\nAh, faith, but she was saucy!<\/p>\n
Chorus<\/span> Where are ye gang, my bonnie lass? What is your name, my bonnie lass? How auld are ye, my bonnie lass? Where dae ye sleep, my bonnie lass? Gin I was tae come tae your hoose then, Gin ye come doon tae my hoose then, When I got tae the lassie\u2019s door, She went tae the grate tae poke up the fire Oh, sodger, sodger, marry me noo, Come o\u2019er the burn, my bonnie lass, <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" I learned this song from Norman Kennedy, one of the finest Scottish singers. He has been living in theUnited Statesfor quite a number of years now. \u201cSeventeen Come Sunday\u201d is an English variant of this song, and \u201cAs I Roved … Continue reading
\nWi\u2019 my rovin\u2019 eye, Fal a diddle die,
\nWi\u2019 my rovin\u2019 fal do derry, Wi\u2019 my rovin\u2019 eye.<\/p>\n
\nWhere are ye gang my honey?
\nWhere are ys gang, my bonnie lass?
\nFor \u2018baccy for my granny chorus<\/span><\/p>\n
\nWhat is your name, my honey?
\nWhat is your name, my bonnie lass?
\nThey cry me Bonnie Annie. chorus<\/span><\/p>\n
\nHow auld are ye, my honey?
\nHow auld are ye, my bonnie lass?
\nI’ll be sixteen come Sunday. chorus<\/span><\/p>\n
\nWhere dae ye sleep, my honey?
\nWhere dae ye sleep, my bonnie lass?
\nIn a wee bed next to me mammy. chorus<\/span><\/p>\n
\nWhen the meen it\u2019s shining clearly,
\nWill ye arise and let me in
\nSae your mither would not hear me? chorus<\/span><\/p>\n
\nWhen the meen is shining clearly,
\nI\u2019ll arise and let ye in
\nSae my mither would not hear me chorus<\/span><\/p>\n
\nI found that she was awaukened.
\nBut long, long ere the morning came,
\nHer mither heard us talkin\u2019. chorus<\/span><\/p>\n
\nTae see gin she would ken me,
\nBut I shoved the auld wife intae the fire,
\nAnd bid my heels defend me. chorus<\/span><\/p>\n
\nIt\u2019s either noo or never!
\nSodger, sodger, marry me noo,
\nFor I am done forever! chorus<\/span><\/p>\n
\nBlink o\u2019er the burn, my honey,
\nFor ye are a sweet and kindly lass
\nFor a\u2019 your cankered mammy! chorus<\/span><\/p>\n