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The Wife of Usher's Well - Fiona Ross/Shane O'Mara.mp3

The Wife of Usher's Well - Fiona Ross/Shane O'Mara.mp3
The Wife of Usher's Well - Fiona Ross/Shane O'Mara
[00:24.101]There lived a ...
[00:24.101]There lived a wife at Usher's well,
[00:32.202]And a wealthy wife was she;
[00:37.164]She had three stout and stalwart sons,
[00:43.537]And sent them o'er the sea.
[00:48.646]
[00:49.377]They hadna been a week from her,
[00:55.536]A week but barely ane,
[01:00.333]When word came to the carline wife
[01:06.092]That her three sons were gane.
[01:11.471]
[01:12.092]They hadna been a week from her,
[01:18.441]A week but barely three,
[01:23.494]When word came to the carline wife
[01:29.542]That her sons she'd never see.
[01:35.813]
[01:36.854]'I wish the wind may never cease.
[01:44.019]Nor fashes in the flood,
[01:48.868]Till my three sons come hame to me,
[01:55.169]In earthly flesh and blood!'
[02:00.935]
[02:02.162]It fell about the Martinmas,
[02:08.220]When nights are lang and mirk,
[02:13.001]The carline wife's three sons came hame,
[02:18.696]And their hats were o' the birk.
[02:24.695]
[02:25.114]It neither grew in syke nor ditch,
[02:31.646]Nor yet in ony sheugh;
[02:36.970]But at the gates o' Paradise
[02:42.583]That birk grew fair eneugh.
[02:48.748]
[02:49.494]'Blow up the fire, my maidens!
[02:56.033]Bring water from the well!
[03:01.539]For a' my house shall feast this night,
[03:07.102]Since my three sons are well.
[03:12.920]
[03:13.849]And she has made to them a bed,
[03:21.293]She’s made it large and wide;
[03:26.369]And she’s ta'en her mantle her about,
[03:32.056]Sat down at the bedside.
[03:38.766]
[03:39.109]Up then crew the red, red cock,
[03:46.229]And up and crew the gray;
[03:51.212]The eldest to the youngest said.
[03:56.373]''Tis time we were away.'
[04:02.327]
[04:03.055]The cock he hadna craw'd but once,
[04:09.681]And clapp'd his wings at a',
[04:14.832]When the youngest to the eldest said,
[04:20.802]'Brother, we must awa'.
[04:27.205]
[04:27.886]'The cock doth craw, the day doth daw,
[04:35.330]The channerin' worm doth chide;
[04:40.667]Gin we be miss'd out o' our place,
[04:47.005]A sair pain we maun bide.'
[04:53.300]
[04:54.993]'Fare ye weel, my mother dear!
[05:03.865]Fareweel to barn and byre!
[05:10.778]And fare ye weel, the bonny lass
[05:18.897]That kindles my mother's fire!'
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