The Hexhamshire Lass

Away with the buff and the blue, and away with the cap and feather

I want to see my lass who lives in Hexhamshire



Over the Sabie Syke and over the moss and the mire

I want to see my lass who lives in Hexhamshire



Her father loves her well, and her mother loves her better

I love the lass mesel' but, man, I cannot get her



Over the Sabie Syke and over the moss and the mire

I want to see my lass who lives in Hexhamshire



If only I could be lying there beside her

While I must bide here, my arms will be denied her



Over the Sabie Syke and over the moss and the mire

I want to see my lass who lives in Hexhamshire



Of this love of mine, of this love I am weary

Sleep I can't get none for thinking of my dearie



Over the Sabie Syke and over the moss and the mire

I want to see my lass who lives in Hexhamshire



My heart is like to break, and my bosom is on fire

So well I love that lass who lives in Hexhamshire



Her skin is soft as silk and her hair is fine as silver

Her breasts are deep and cool, they'll warm when I get near her



Over the Sabie Syke and over the moss and the mire

I want to see my lass who lives in Hexhamshire



Away with the parson's shilling and away with the cap and feather

I want to see my lass who lives in Hexhamshire



Over the Sabie Syke and over the moss and the mire

I want to see my lass who lives in Hexhamshire