Under No Enchantment (But My Own) - Alasdair Roberts

Raise me high raise me high That I may see my fallen kindred seated Who met with death upon the battlefield Who in the end fell and were defeated And the way th

Sportsmen arouse The morning is clear The larks are singing all in the air Thy soaring and sweet refrain Rings out to fill the air before us Bring me the fine a

I went hunting in the morning Polly When the geese were in the field I went hunting in the morning Polly The geese were in the field Then I saw a woman changing

I took my only young son And my only daughter Down where the willow wands weep into the water And Walter my young son he reached up and caught her When away lik

作曲 : Roberts I know she rose early, for I heard her sweet singing Echoing over the flowering heath. She gathered the willow, the elder, the linden, The holly,