Para o seu domingo, a escocesa

Julie Fowlis

There were two sisters came walking down the street
Oh the wind and rain
Older one pushed the younger one in
Crying oh the dreadful wind and rain

'Cos Johnny gave the youngest one a gay, gold ring
Oh the wind and rain
Didn’t give the other one anything
Crying oh the dreadful wind and rain`

So she pushed her into the river to drown
Oh the wind and rain
Watched her as she floated down
Crying oh the dreadful wind and rain

She floated till she came to the miller's pond
Oh the wind and rain
Cried Father, oh Father there swims a swan
Crying oh the dreadful wind and rain

Thern out of the woods came a fiddler fair
Oh the wind and rainHe plucked 30 strands of her long yellow hair
Cried oh the dreadful wind and rain

Then he made a fiddle bow of her long yellow hair
Oh the wind and rain
Made a fiddle bow of her long, yellow hairCrying oh the dreadful wind and rain

And he made fiddle pegs of her long finger bones
Oh the wind and rain
And made fiddle pegs of her long finger bones
Crying oh the dreadful wind and rain

And he made a little fiddle of her own breast bone
Oh the wind and rain
Which sound would melt a heart of stone
Crying oh the dreadful wind and rain

And the only tune that the fiddle would play
Was oh the wind and rain
The only tune that the fiddle would play
Was oh the dreadful wind and rain