The Witch of Fife Songtext
von The McCalmans

Hurray, hurray the jade′s away,
Like a rocket of air with her bandalet!
I'm up in the air on my bonny grey mare,
But I see her yet, I see her yet. I′ll ring the skirts o' the gowden wain
Wi' curb an′ bit, wi′ curb an' bit;
An′ catch the Bear by the frozen mane,-
An' I see her yet, I see her yet.


Away, away, o′er mountain an' main,
To sing at the morning′s rosy yett;
An' water my mare at its fountain clear,-
But I see her yet, I see her yet.
Away, thou bonny witch o' Fife,
On foam of the air to heave an′ flit,
An′ little reck thou of a poet's life,
For he sees thee yet, he sees thee yet.