The High Swelling Of The Sea

Last night I was dreaming
of the girls of the cattle fold
Fine, noble, gentle girls they were
Singing songs on the shieling
I spent last night on the shieling
I spent last night on the shieling
I passed the joyous, happy night
With the girls of the sheiling.

Last night I was dreaming
of the girls of the cattle fold
Fine, noble, gentle girls they were
Singing songs on the shieling
I spent last night on the shieling
I spent last night on the shieling
I passed the joyous, happy night
With the girls of the sheiling.