First Homecoming

In Edingburgh town where I did dwell
A fisher’s girl, I loved her well
I courted her, for many days
She stole from me my heart away
There is an inn in that same town
There my love sits herself down
She sits upon a stranger’s knee
And tells him what she wouldn’t tell me
The reason is, I’ll tell you why
Because he’s got more gold than I
But gold will melt and silver fly
In times of need you’d be as poor as I
Wrote a letter, wrote a song
Wrote a letter, wrote it long
On every line I dropped a tear
With every verse (something too Scottish to comprehend)
I wrote a letter, wrote a song
Wrote a letter, wrote it long
On every line I dropped a tear
With every verse (still something too Scottish to comprehend)
I wish, I wish in vain
I wish she was a maid again
A maid again, she’ll never be
'till apples grow, on orange tree