“I Am a Wee Lassie”
Description
The singer complains "how false was that young man that I loved so dear." He swore to be true. Now that Spring has returned "I'll go down to the green woods where the small birds do sing ... Where no one shall see me till I cry my fill"
References
- Hayward-Ulster, p. 109, "I Am a Wee Lassie" (1 text)
- Roud #6542
- BI, HayU109