Stuttering Lovers by Tommy Makem
A wee bit over the Lee, me lads
A wee bit over the green
The birds went into the poor man's corn
I fear they'll never be suh, suh, suh, suh, seen me
lads
I fear they'll never be seen
Then out came a bonny wee lass
And he was one so fair
And she went into the poor man's corn
To see if the birds were the, the, the, the, there, me
lads
To see if the birds were there
Then out came a bonny wee lad
And he was a fisherman's son
And he went into the poor man's corn, me lads
To see where the birds had ruh, ruh, ruh, ruh, run me
lads
To see where the birds had run
Well, he kissed her on the cheek, me lads
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