kellyburn braes
there lived a carl in kellyburn braes,
hey, and the rue grows bonie wi' thyme;
and he had a wife was the pgue of his days,
and the thyme it is wither'd, and rue is in prime.
ae day as the carl gaed up the ng glen,
hey, and the rue grows bonie wi' thyme;
he met with the devil, says, “how do you fen?”
and the thyme it is wither'd, and rue is in prime.
i've got a bad wife, sir, that's a' my pint,
hey, and the rue grows bonie wi' thyme;
“for, savin your preseo her ye're a saint,”
and the thyme it is wither
Kellyburn Braes(1/5)