| lyric | 1. When winter was brawling, o'er hills and mountains,
and dark were the clouds o’er the deep rolling sea,
I spied a wee lass as the daylight was dawning,
she was asking the road to sweet Carnloch Bay.
2. I said: “My wee lassie, I cannot well tell ye,
The number of miles or how far it might be,
But if you’ll consent I’ll convoy you a wee bit,
And I’ll show you the road to sweet Carnloch Bay.”
3. You turn to the right and pass down by the churchyard,
Cross over the river and down by the sea,
We’ll call in Pat Hamill's and have a wee drop there,
Just to help us along to sweet Carnloch Bay.
4. Here’s a health to Pat Hamill likewise the wee lassie,
And to every laddie that’s listening to me,
And ne’er turn your back on a bonnie wee lassie,
When she’s asking the road to sweet Carnloch Bay. |