Battlefield Band - Jenny O The Braes lyrics

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<b>Jenny O' The Braes</b> by <i>Battlefield Band</i><br />

The people *cried* her Jenny O' the Braes

And she was weal came tae us all

Her ganglin' body, hangin neath her claes

Made her stand out when she strode down the braes

Two days a week, she'd come visitin' the town

She'd tack the braes rain, hail or shine

Her silver hair would be fleein' in the wind

And folk thocht her a creature mad or wild

When ice and snow gripped o'er the country

you'd see the smoke rise frae her chimney

The world ablow could then rest easy, for Jenny O' the Braes

The wind blew always round the muir

It rattled on her cottage windae

She sat inside close by the fire

She was content in her een company

And if you asked her if she was weal

She'd say I'm grand sir, how's yoursel'

and then she'd trudge on up the hill, Jenny O' the Braes

She was nee bother', how'e'r much we ga'e'er

She look down cheese, breed, oats and barley

She was nee farscht with trouble or care

She'd spurn the knock that grocht a helpin' hand

Sometimes she'd wander o'er the muir

Collectin' heather, plants and flowers

And singin' softly tae hersel', Jenny O' the Braes

Last year she baeded mare at haem

Her cottage door was seldom open

And when the spring flowers come tae bloom

She hardly ever ventured down the braes

One day when someone was out walkin'

They saw her chimney was nae smokin'

They found her sittin' in the kitchen, a smile upon her face, Jenny O' the

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