The Hexhamshire Lass

Away with the buff and the blue and away with the cap and the feather I want to see my lass who lives in Hexhamshire Off to the Sadie Syke and over the moss and the mire I want to see my lass who lives in Hexhamshire Her father loves her well, her mother loves her dearer I love her better than them both but man, I can't get near her Off to the Sadie Syke and over the moss and the mire I want to see my lass who lives in Hexhamshire If only I could be, lying there aside her While I watched my dear and my arms would be denied her Off to the Sadie Syke and over the moss and the mire I want to see my lass who lives in Hexhamshire Her skin is like the silk and her hair is like the silver Her breasts are deep but full, they'll fall when I get near her Off to the Sadie Syke and over the moss and the mire I want to see my lass who lives in Hexhamshire Of this love of mine, of this love I'm weary Sleep I can't get none for thinking of my dearie Off to the Sadie Syke and over the moss and the mire I want to see my lass who lives in Hexhamshire Away with the parson's shilling, away with the cap and the feather I want to see my lass who lives in Hexhamshire Off to the Sadie Syke, over the moss and the mire I want to see my lass who lives in Hexhamshire Away with the buff and the blue, away with the cap and feather I want to see my lass who lives in Hexhamshire Off to the Sadie Syke and over the moss and the mire I want to see my lass who lives in Hexhamshire