Sweetwood Aire © Sandy Rapp 1972
Oh a man came a singin’ o’ the High Countrie
Wi’ a hey, ho, nonny, nonny, nonny, no;
And a merry, merry man was he;
All for a song was he, ho.
An’ he went from town to town
His sweetwood down upon his knee.
There was none from all aroun’ could
Match his balladry.
And we’d all be a drinkin’ to the break o’ day
Wi’ a hey, ho, nonny, nonny, nonny, no;
He’d be a merry man upon his way.
All for a song was he, ho.
