Hori Horo
by Isobel Campbell
Hori horo, my bonny little boy
Hori horo my rare one
Are you a'coming lad, come along with me
To be my own, my fair one
Go fetch me the flowers that lie there in the grass
Fetch me the white and the yellow,
And we'll make a garland and we'll tie it round your
And you'll be a bonny young fellow
You've a smile for the land and you've a smile there for the sea
Sweet as the wind on the heather
Were we but younger lad, just you and me
The two of us together.
All the day long we are out at the peat
Then on the shore in the gloaming
Skipping it lively with dancing feet
Then together we're homing.
And when the tiredness it comes to your eyes
And when you sink on your pillow
That's when the nightingale sings you her song
From high on the bonny green willow.
Hori horo, my bonny little boy
Hori horo my rare one
Are you a'coming lad, come along with me
To be my own, my fair one
