Süil Agrar Songtext
von Pentangle

′Twas oft I sat on my true love's knee
And many a fine tale he′s told to me
He's told me of things that ne'er shall be
He′s gone, he′s gone, my bonnie boy

I've sold my cloak, I′ve sold my reel
When my flax was spun I sold my wheel
To buy my love a sword of steel
He's gone, he′s gone, my bonnie boy


With fife and drum he's marched away
He would not heed what I would say
He′ll not come back for many a day
He's gone, he's gone, my bonnie boy

But now my love has gone to France
To try his fortune to advance
If he e′er comes back ′tis but a chance
He's gone, he′s gone, my bonnie boy

I'll dye my petticoat, I′ll dye it red
Around the world I'll make my bed
Till I find my love alive or dead
He′s gone, he's gone, my bonnie boy


Shula, shula, shula gra
Only death can end my woe
And the pain in my heart from me did go
He's gone, he′s gone, my bonnie boy