Maid Of Glenshee (MacEdward Leach)
See also: The Hills Of Glenshee (Harry Hibbs)

As I walked out one fine summer's morning,
Just as the dawning came over the sea,
I spied a fair maiden as she was a-walking,
And minding her flocks on the hills of Glenshee.

Said I, "Pretty fair one, if you'll be my dear one,
I'll take you afar, my bride for to be,
And I'll dress you up in your silks and satins,
And likewise a footman to wait upon thee."

"I don't want none of your silks or your satins,
Neither your footman to wait upon me;
I would rather stay home in my own lonesome clothing,
And tend to my flocks on the hills of Glenshee."

Said I, "Pretty fair one, you don't understand me,
I'll take you over my bride for to be,
And this very night in my arms I will hold you."
She then gave consent and she came on with me.

For seven long years we've been united together,
Seasons have changed but there's no change in me;
And if God spares to me life and the right senses,
I'll never prove false to the maid of Glenshee.

To part from my Mary, she's my only darling,
She's sweet as the perfume that blows o'er the sea;
And she's just as fair as the white robe of winter,
That spreads out its fleece on the hills of Glenshee.

####.... Variant of a popular ballad, The Lass Of Glenshee, possibly written by Andrew Sharpe, ca.1805 [Laws O6] American Balladry From Bristish Broadsides (G Malcolm Laws, 1957) ....####

Sung for MacEdward Leach in 1950 by Mrs Mary Dunphy [1907-1984] of Tors Cove, NL, and published in MacEdward Leach And The Songs Of Atlantic Canada, p.98, © 2004 Memorial University of Newfoundland Folklore and Language Archive (MUNFLA).

A variant was recorded as The Hills Of Glenshee by Harry Hibbs (Pure Gold, trk#7, 1980, Tapestry Records and Tapes, Toronto, Ontario).

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