Bonnie Wee Lass
She is, a bonnie sweet Lass
Born of Scotland Campbell & Roberts
Heather is her name
Of Crimson royal blue
On the cliffs of Mull of Kintyre
In the midst of the sea
She sings a song , a song of a storm a storm , a shanty
Deep on the green cliffs , the Mull of Kintyre
She sings a song , a song of storm , the heavens on fire
Her love burns amongst the ferns the fire within her heart , a passion to protect her loved ones with hope for her brave heart
She flys high up towards the blue skies above the mountains that part,
She is a bonnie sweet Lass
Born of Scotland Campbell and Roberts
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