The Gallant Shearers Songtext
von The Tannahill Weavers

Adam's wine and heather bells
Come rattlin' ower yon high high hills
There's corn rigs in yonder fields
And autumn brings the shearin'

Bonnie lassie will ye gang
And shear wi' me the hale day lang
And love will cheer us as we gang
Tae jine yon band o' shearers


And if the thistle it be strang
And pierce your bonnie milk white hand
It's wi' my I'll lay it lang
When we gang tae the shearin'

And if the weather be ower hot
I'll cast my gravat and my coat
And shear wi' ye amang the lot
When we gang tae the shearin'

And if the weather it be dry
They'll say there's love 'tween you and I
We'll shyly pass each ither by
When we gang tae the shearin'


And when the shearin' it is done
And slowly sets the wintry sun
Ye'll be my ain till life is run
Nae mair tae jine the shearers