With Kitty I'll Go

With Kitty I'll go for a ramble

Over the mountains wild

Where the blackbirds nest in the brambles

In a place where the eagle flies

Or in some lonely valley

Where the birds in the evening nest

And me with their prayers would mingle

For the sun to hurry west

I'll buy the roughest of raiments

To last out the life of man

With me whiskers unkempt and unshaven

Till the reach is a mile in span

Like the fleece on a grey mountain wether

They'll rumble and jingle around

If I can't find a wife in the heather

I'll try in the low mown ground

Oh, me darling wee lark of the heather

Your voice is so sweet to me

As the stars all singing together

Where the mountains sweep down to the sea

And all of Erin's bright treasures

All her beautiful locks and rills

Cannot equal one smile from my Caitlin

My queen of the heathery hills

(Norma Waterson does not sing the third verse but repeats the first verse instead.)