| lyric | Forth let the cattle roam,
tirra lirra tirra,
Come, drive them far from home,
tirra lirra lo.
Far across the mountains
yonder oxen, heifer, now shall wander,
Tirra, lirra lirra,
far away shall wander.
Now may this iron chain,
tirra, lirra lirra,
Bring them safely home again,
tirra lirra lo.
Weave a spell and so charm them,
let not wolf or bear herm them,
Tirra, lirra lirra,
guard them night and morning.
Grass grow green before them,
Evil things abhor them,
Fat as butter, sweet as honey,
may they be worth a mint of money.
When they go to market.
Tirra lirra lo. |