Kissed Laura, crossed the heath with clumps of furze
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
And climb black branches up a snow-white trunk
Our grapes fresh from the vine,
Echo his praise agen,
Come buy, come buy."
No man can carry;
Where summer ripens at all hours?
Roderigh Vich Alpine dhu, ho! ieroe!
Pine-apples, blackberries,
Kissed Laura, crossed the heath with clumps of furze
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
And climb black branches up a snow-white trunk
Our grapes fresh from the vine,
Echo his praise agen,
Come buy, come buy."
No man can carry;
Where summer ripens at all hours?
Roderigh Vich Alpine dhu, ho! ieroe!
Pine-apples, blackberries,