It being in the springtime
and the small birds they were singing,
Down by yon shady harbour
I carelessly did stray,
The the thrushes they were warbling,

The violets they were charming
To view fond lovers talking,
a while I did delay.
She said, my dear
don't leave me all
for another season,

Though fortune does be pleasing
I 'll go along with you,
I 'll forsake friends
and relations and bid this Irish nation,
And to the bonny Bann banks forever
I 'll bid adieu.

He said, my dear
don't grieve
or yet annoy my patience,
You know I love you dearly
the more I'm going away,
I'm going to a foreign nation
to purchase a plantation,
To comfort us hereafter
all in Amerika.

Then after a short
while a fortune does be pleasing,
T'will cause them for smile
at our late going away,
We'll be happy as Queen Victoria,
all in her greatest glory,
We'll be drinking wine
and porter all in Amerika.

If you were in your bed
lying and thinking on dying,
The sight of the lovely Bann banks,
your sorrow you'd give over,
Or if were down one hour,
down in yon shady bower,

Pleasure would surround you,
you'd think on death no more.
Then fare you well,
sweet Cragie Hills, where often times
I've roved,

每个人都有属于自己的craigie hill   不在这里，不在那里，在心里，在有爱人的地方

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