The Waking Up Set(Jigs) - Solas

It's a mighty hard row my poor hands have hoed My poor feet have travelled this hot dusty road Out of your dustbowl and westward we roam Through deserts so hot

Early every year the seeds are growing Unseen unheard they lie beneath the ground Would you know before the leaves are showing That with w**ds all your garden w

In Norwa there sits a maid Byloo my baby she begins Little know I my child's father For if land or sea he's living in Then there arose at her bed feet A grumbly