Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Eppie Morrie, artist - Karan Casey. Album song The Winds Begin To Sing, in the genre Музыка мира
Date of issue: 21.05.2006
Record label: Shanachie
Song language: English
Eppie Morrie |
Four and twenty Highland men |
Came from the Carron side |
To steal away Eppie Morrie |
'Cause she wouldn’t be a bride, a bride |
Wouldn’t be a bride |
Out it came her mother then |
It was a moonlit night |
She couldn’t see her daughter |
For the moon, it shone so bright, so bright |
The moon, it shone so bright |
They’ve taken Eppie Morrie |
And a horse they’ve bound her on |
And they’re away to Carron side |
As fast as horse could gang, could gang |
Fast as horse could gang |
And Willie’s taken his pistol out |
And put it to the minister’s breast |
Oh marry me, marry me, minister |
Or else I’ll be your priest, your priest |
Else I’ll be your priest |
Chorus: |
Haud away from me, Willie |
Haud away from me |
There’s not a man in all Strathdon |
Wedded be by me, by me |
Wedded be by me |
Then mass was sung and bells were rung |
And they’re away to bed |
And Willie and Eppie Morrie |
Oh in one bed they were laid, were laid |
One bed they were laid |
He’s taken the shirt from off his back |
And kicked away his shoes |
And thrown away the chamber key |
And naked he lay down, lay down |
Naked he lay down |
He kissed her on the lily breast |
And held her shoulders twa |
But aye, she gat and aye, she spat |
And turned to the wa', the wa' |
Turned to the wa' |
They wrestled there all through the night |
Before the break of day |
But aye, she gat and aye, she spat |
And he could not stretch her spey |
Could not stretch her spey |
(Chorus) |
Early in the morning |
Before the light of day |
In came the maid of Scallater |
In gown and shirt alone, alone |
Gown and shirt alone |
Get up, get up, young woman |
And take a drink with me |
You might have called me a maiden |
I’m as whole as thee, as thee |
I’m as whole as thee |
Then came young Breadalbane |
With a pistol on his side |
Oh come away, Eppie Morrie |
And I’ll make you my bride, my bride |
Make you my bride |
Go get me a horse, Willie |
And get it like a man |
And send me back to my mother |
A maiden as I came, I came |
A maiden as I came |
(Chorus 2x) |