Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Banks Of Sweet Dundee, artist - Andy M. Stewart. Album song Donegal Rain, in the genre Музыка мира
Date of issue: 25.04.2006
Record label: Green Linnet
Song language: English
The Banks Of Sweet Dundee |
There was a fair young lady so lately I’ve been told |
She lived with her uncle, the cause of all her woes; |
Her uncle had a ploughboy, which Mollie liked quite well |
And in her uncle’s garden their tender love did tell |
So early one morning this old man he arose |
And at Mollie’s room door he hastened on his clothes |
Saying, «Arise you handsome female, and married you shall be |
For the squire is a-waiting on the banks of sweet Dundee |
«A fig to all your squires, to lord and Jews likewise |
For William 'pears like diamonds a-glittering in my eyes.» |
«You never shall have Willie, nor happy shall you be |
For I mean to banish Willie from the banks of sweet Dundee.» |
The first crowd came on Willie when he was all alone |
He fought full hard for his liberty, but there were eight to one; |
«Pray kill me now,» says Willie, «Pray kill me now,» says he |
«For I’d rather die for Mollie on the banks of sweet Dundee.» |
As Mollie was walking, lamenting for her love |
She meets the wealthy squire, all in her uncle’s grove |
«Stand off, stand off!» |
says Mollie, «Stand off, you man,» says she |
«For I’d rather die for Willie on the banks of sweet Dundee.» |
He threw his arms around her and crushed her to the ground |
There she spied two pistols and a sword beneath his morning-gown; |
The pistols she slipped slyly, and the sword she used free |
She shot and killed the squire on the banks of sweet Dundee |
Her uncle overheard them, come hastening to the grove |
Saying, «You've killed the wealthy squire, prepare for your death-blow,» |
«Stand off, stand off!» |
says Mollie, «Stand off, you man, says she,» |
So the trigger drew and her uncle slew on the banks of sweet Dundee |
The doctor being sent for, he knew that they were killed |
Also there came a lawyer to write the old man’s will |
He willed his gold to Mollie, because she fought so free |
Then closed his eyes to write no more on the banks of sweet Dundee |