Kataryna Dragonweaver
Sung To The Tune Of Two Recruiting Sergeants
Two re-cruit-in' serg-eants came from the AnTir King-
To mar-kets and fairs, some re-cruits for- ta bring
An' all they en-list-ed- was for-ty an' twa-
So enlist my bon-nie lad-die, an' come- a-wa;
Chorus:
And it's o-ver the moun-tains, and ov-er the main,
Through A-ten-veldt, on to Es-trel-la Fame
Get a feath-er in your bon-net, and a kilt u-pon your knee-
Enlist my bon-nie lad-die an' come a-way with me.
Oh, laddie, ye dinna ken the danger that ye're in
If your horses wis to gleg an' your ousen wis to rin
This greedy auld fairmer, winna pey your fee,
Enlist bonnie laddie an' come away with me
It is in ta the barn an' out o'er the byrne,
This auld fairmer, thinks ye'll never tire,
For it's a slavery job of low degree
Enlist bonnie laddie an' come away with me
Wi' your tatty poorin's an' your meal an' kail,
Your soor sowen sooring an' your ill-brewed ale,
Wi' your buttermilk and whey an' your breid fired raw
So enlist my bon-nie lad-die, an' come- a-wa;
Oh, laddie if ye've got a sweetheart an' bairn,
Ye'll easily get rid o' that ill-spun yarn
Twa rattles o' the drum an' that'll pey it a'
So enlist my bon-nie lad-die, an' come- a-wa;