Letra de Jamie Raeburn - Barbara Dickson
Letra de canci�n de Jamie Raeburn de Barbara Dickson lyrics
Oh, my name is Jamie Raeburn, frae Glasgow toon I came
My place and habitation I'm forced to leave wi' shame
From my place and habitation I now must gang awa'
Far frae the bonnie hills and dales o' Caledonia
It was early in the morning, just by the break o' day
We were 'wakened by the turnkey, who unto us did say
"Arise, ye hapless convicts, arise ye ane and all
This is the day ye are to stray frae Caledonia"
We all arose, put on our clothes, our hearts were full o' grief
Our friends who stood round the coach could grant us no relief
Our parents, wives and sweethearts, their hearts were broke in twa
To see us leave the hills and dales o' Caledonia
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Farewell, my aged mother, I'm vexed for what I've done
I hope none will cast up to you the race that I have run
I hope God will protect you when I am far awa'
Far frae the bonnie hills and dales o' Caledonia
Farewell, my honest father, you are the best of men
And likewise my own sweetheart, young Catherine is her name
Nae mair we'll walk by Clyde's clear stream or by the Broomielaw
For I must leave the hills and dales of Caledonia
Far frae the bonnie hills and dales o' Caledonia
My place and habitation I'm forced to leave wi' shame
From my place and habitation I now must gang awa'
Far frae the bonnie hills and dales o' Caledonia
It was early in the morning, just by the break o' day
We were 'wakened by the turnkey, who unto us did say
"Arise, ye hapless convicts, arise ye ane and all
This is the day ye are to stray frae Caledonia"
We all arose, put on our clothes, our hearts were full o' grief
Our friends who stood round the coach could grant us no relief
Our parents, wives and sweethearts, their hearts were broke in twa
To see us leave the hills and dales o' Caledonia
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Farewell, my aged mother, I'm vexed for what I've done
I hope none will cast up to you the race that I have run
I hope God will protect you when I am far awa'
Far frae the bonnie hills and dales o' Caledonia
Farewell, my honest father, you are the best of men
And likewise my own sweetheart, young Catherine is her name
Nae mair we'll walk by Clyde's clear stream or by the Broomielaw
For I must leave the hills and dales of Caledonia
Far frae the bonnie hills and dales o' Caledonia