WEARY CUTTERS



Whaur hae ye been, my canny hinny?

Whaur hae ye been, my winsome man?



I've been tae the nor'ard

Cruisin' back and for'ard

I've been tae the nor'ard

Cruisin' sair and lang

I've been tae the nor'ard

Cruisin' back and for'ard

But I daur not gang ashore

For fear of Bover and his gang



Oh, the weary cutters, they've ta'en my laddie from me

Oh, the weary cutters, they've ta'en my laddie from me

They've pressed him far away foreign

Wi' Nelson ayont the salt sea

They've pressed him far away foreign

And ta'en my laddie from me



Oh, the weary cutters, they've ta'en my laddie from me

Oh, the weary cutters, they've ta'en my laddie from me

They always come in the neet

They never come in the day

They always come in the neet

To steal our laddies away



Oh, the weary cutters, they've ta'en my laddie from me

Oh, the weary cutters, they've ta'en my laddie from me

I'll gie the cutters a guinea

I can't gie the cutters nae more

I'll gie the cutters a guinea

To steal my laddie ashore



@soldier @pressgang

see also PRESSRS, HIGHHILL

recorded by Ray Fisher

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