151 - The Weary Cutters

Oh the weary cutters, they’ve taken my laddie from me,
Oh the weary cutters, they’ve taken my laddie from me.
They’ve pressed him far away foreign with Nelson all on the salt sea,
Oh the weary cutters, they’ve taken my laddie from me.

Oh the weary cutters, they’ve taken my laddie from me,
Oh the weary cutters, they’ve taken my laddie from me.
They always come in the night, they never come in the day,
They always come in the night, to steal the laddies away.

Oh the weary cutters, they’ve taken my laddie from me,
Oh the weary cutters, they’ve taken my laddie from me.
And when I looked to the North I looked with a tear in my eye,
But when I looked to the south, I seen my laddie go by.

Oh the weary cutters, they’ve taken my laddie from me,
Oh the weary cutters, they’ve taken my laddie from me.
I’ll give the cutters a guinea, I can’t gie the cutters no more,
I’ll give the cutters a guinea to steal my laddie ashore.

Oh the weary cutters, they’ve taken my laddie from me,
Oh the weary cutters, they’ve taken my laddie from me.

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