8. Craigie Hill

It being in spring and the small birds they were singing
Down by a shady arbour I carelessly did stray
Thrushes they were warbling
And violets they were charming
For to hear two lovers talking a while I did delay

She said, “My love, don’t leave me, for yet another season
Though fortune may be pleasing I’ll come along with you
I’ll forsake friends and relations and leave this Irish nation
And to the bonnie Bann banks forever I’ll bid adieu”

He said, “My love, don’t grieve me or yet annoy my patience
You know I love you dearly although I’m going away
I’m going to some foreign nation to purchase a plantation
For to comfort us hereafter all in America.”

So fare thee well, sweet Craigie Hill, where ofttimes I have wandered
I never thought in my childhood I’d part you any more
But we’re sailing on the ocean for honour and promotion
And the bonny boat’s sailing way down by Doorin shore

Traditional song, arrangements by Margot Merah and Sophie Janna