Lady of Catrine
HUGH NICHOLSON
Oh the Geese fly and the Peewhit sing
As I ride on my Horse, on the first day of Spring
And the river flows o'er the grass so green
As I fly to my Lady, of Catrine
And in my mind, the Church bell rings
Could it be, just for me, on the first day of Spring?
Some wedding scene, upon a village green
Wish it were me, and my Lady of Catrine
Well the wind is fresh and my eyes are bright
As I see my Lady's castle come into sight
And I'll bow to her, like a King to Queen
Then I'll kiss my sweet Lady, of Catrine