( Song Ballad )
You say you don't understand me,
Here's a bargain for free I'll be sellin' you true ;
We'll go to a place, above the sea raging,
An' get down to what's troubling you.
When I was a lad, I remember my dad,
Would take me on walks down 'Langtrae Doon' ;
He'd tell me great stories, of sailing ship glories,
An' somedays just whistle a tune :
*Slip away, slip away ;
He'd say 'hopes will die chasin' the moon,'
I'll tell you my girl, that the cares of the world,
They don't matter much round 'Langtrae Doon.'
Rueful me mother was, six children never loved,
An' pride was offensively used ;
'You'll never amount to a thing,' she would state it,
Ashamed she was of her own brood :
Slip away, slip away ;
She'd say 'hopes will die chasin' the moon,'
So but on your bonnet, I'll write you a sonnet,
We'll get down to 'Langtrae Doon.'
Father died a broken man, just now, you'll understand,
Lord knows they buried him cruel ;
Left his debts unpaid, he never owned land,
But in his heart was 'Langtrae Doon.' :
Slip away, slip away ;
He'd say 'hopes will die chasin' the moon,'
So but on your bonnet, I'll write you a sonnet,
We'll get down to 'Langtrae Doon.'
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