Rebecca Pidgeon - MacDougall's Men | Текст песни

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CHORUS:
I didna come for naught; I came to warn:
MacDougall's men are come, my lads. They'll be here ere the morn.
I've travelled hard upon the road, through the rainy night.
Call the men tae arms, my lads. There'll be a heavy fight.

It seems the lass you've taken in is promised tae anither.
She's no who she appears to be. She lied aboot her mither.
She said she was a tinker lass who lost her way sae blind,
And so she's come untae your door. She knew you'd treat her kind...

I fear she has deceived your will, and know you would believe her.
The clothes upon her face and hands, you'll know she's no a tinker.
For though her cloak is ragged now, her skin is soft and pretty.
She's traded her fine linen in for garments torn and dirty.

I see she has won your hairt, and you'll no give her freely,
But for the kindly deed you've done, I fear you'll pay most dearly.
MacDougall's men for vengeance come. Their minds are bent on slaughter.
For hear me weel, she's no' a lass, she is MacDougall's daughter!

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