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(Bonny Isle of
Cyprus)
Composed by John Henderson in May 2008 to the 'Wabash
Cannonball'.
Oan the braid Med'terrainean Ocean sae richt nar tae Lebanon's
shore
Ludges bonnie Cyprus Inchie whaur there are tourists by the
score
She's michty rich an fertile an she's kent fur freenliness
Frae her historic indigenous cheilies whase hobby's aye buziness
Ye shid cam tae drink her braw krassi o the medium, or sweet or
bane dryish teeps
Ye shid cam tae eat her olives an' her tatties wi yalla neeps
Her aipples an' her rases wull shair pleese iv'ry yin
Fyles its aye sae spirklin' waaters wull aye fesh ye back agin
Trowthfully ...
Oan the braid Med'terrainean Ocean sae richt nar tae Lebanon's
shore
Ludges bonnie Cyprus Inchie whaur there are tourists by the
score
She's michty rich an fertile an she's kent fur freenliness
Frae her historic indigenous cheilies whase hobby's aye buziness
Fan ye're there ye'll loss aa smeerlessness an yer new fun birr
wull ye surprees
As ye dinse aa pairtners roon the flair till they're maistly oan
thur knees
Her tavernas wull shair gie ye guid mate wi a richt pleesint
herbal taste
Tho fan ye canna redd yer plate it gies them pleesure nae ye
disgraced
Trowthfully....
Oan the braid Med'terrainean Ocean sae richt nar tae Lebanon's
shore
Ludges bonnie Cyprus Inchie whaur there are tourists by the
score
She's michty rich an fertile an she's kent fur freenliness
Frae her historic indigenous cheilies whase hobby's aye buziness
Sae aff ye ging the noo an pack yer sweemin togs, mynd sinburn
crame tae get
A cairry bag bein eneugh fur ye, washin' aft dry afore its wet
At archee'logic sites ye'll fun amazin biggin-wirks lots
settlers hiv din
Jist lik the Romans fa'd weeshed tae bide bit fun mair fichts
than they cud win
Trowthfully ...
Oan the braid Med'terrainean Ocean sae richt nar tae Lebanon's
shore
Ludges bonnie Cyprus Inchie whaur there are tourists by the
score
She's michty rich an fertile an she's kent fur freenliness
Frae her historic indigenous cheilies whase hobby's aye buziness
Shair,shair,shair ...
Fan ye're there ye'll loss aa smeerlessness an yer new fun birr
wull ye surprees
As ye dinse aa pairtners roon the flair till they're maistly oan
thur knees
Her tavernas wull shair gie ye guid mate wi a richt pleesint
herbal taste
Tho fan ye canna redd yer plate it gies them pleesure nae ye
disgraced |
