Weary Cutters Whaur hae ye been, my canny hinny? Whaur hae ye been, my winsome man? I've been tae the nor'ard Cruisin' back and for'ard I've been tae the nor'ard Cruisin' sair and lang I've been tae the nor'ard Cruisin' back and for'ard But I daur not gang ashore For fear of Bover and his gang Oh, the weary cutters, they've ta'en my laddie from me Oh, the weary cutters, they've ta'en my laddie from me They've pressed him far away foreign Wi' Nelson ayont the salt sea They've pressed him far away foreign And ta'en my laddie from me Oh, the weary cutters, they've ta'en my laddie from me Oh, the weary cutters, they've ta'en my laddie from me They always come in the neet They never come in the day They always come in the neet To steal our laddies away Oh, the weary cutters, they've ta'en my laddie from me Oh, the weary cutters, they've ta'en my laddie from me I'll gie the cutters a guinea I can't gie the cutters nae more I'll gie the cutters a guinea To steal my laddie ashore see also The Pressers, When I Look tae Yon High Hills recorded by Ray Fisher SOF
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