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Amang The Trees

TUNE: The king o' France he rade a race (The king of France he rode a race)

 

 

Burns Original

Standard English Translation

Amang The Trees
1.
Amang the trees, where humming bees
At buds and flowers were hinging, O,
Auld Caledon drew out he drone,
And to her pipe was singing, O.
'Twas Pibroch, Sang, Strathspeys and Reels -
She dirl'd them aff fu' clearly, O,
When there cam' a yell o' foreign squeels,
That dang her tapsalteerie, O!
2.
Their capon craws an' queer ' ha, ha's,'
They made our lugs grow eerie, O.
The hungry bike did scrape and fyke,
Till we were wae and weary, O.
But a royal ghaist, wha ance was cas'd
A prisoner aughteen years awa,
He fir'd a Fiddler in the North,
That dang them tapsalteerie, O!

Among The Trees

Among the trees, where humming bees
At buds and flowers were hanging, O,
Old Caledon drew out he drone,
And to her pipe was singing, O.
It was Pibroch, Song, Strathspeys and Reels -
She rang them off full clearly, O,
When there came a yell of foreign squeals,
That knocked her head over heels, O!

Their capon crows and queer ' ha, ha's,'
The made our ears grow frightened, O.
The hungry beehive swarm did scrape and fidget,
Till we were disgusted and weary, O.
But a royal ghost, who once was cast
A prisoner eighteen years ago,
He fired a Fiddler in the North,
That knocke them head over heels, O!

 

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