THE HILLS OF GLENSHEE
As recorded by - HARRY HIBBS

One fine summer's mornin' as I went out walkin'
Just as the gray dawn flew over the sea
I happened to spy a fair haired young damsel
Out tending her flocks by the hills of Glenshee

I said, pretty fair one, will you be my dear one
For I'll take you over, my bride for to be
And this very night in my arms I will hold you
While you tend your flocks on the hills of Glenshee

Oh no, my dear sir, you'll not take me over
None of your footmen to wait upon me
I would rather stay home in my own homefront garden
And attend to my flocks on the hills of Glenshee

For twenty long years we've both been together
Seasons may change but there's no change in me
And if God lets me live and I have my right senses
I'll never prove false to the girl on Glenshee

She's Mary, my Mary, my own lovin' darlin'
She's as pure as the perfume blows over the sea
And her cheeks are as pale as the white rose of summer
That spreads out it's leaves on the hills of Glenshee

She's Mary, my Mary, my own lovin' darlin'
I love her so and I know she loves me
And I'll never prove false to my girl where I met her
No I'll never prove false for the girl on Glenshee
No I'll never prove false to the girl on Glenshee

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