Brian McNeill - How The Foreign Winds Do Blaw / Madam Dae Ye Ken The Dance? lyrics

Clementine Walkinshaw, she didnae fecht for Chairlie She raised her hurdies fine and braw and hoyed them up right early The chevalier frae ear to ear did smile upon her treasures And though Scotland's purse he emptied first, tae hers he gave good measure And it's how the foreign winds do blaw for Clementine Walkinshaw, followin' her no' sae young pretender Madam, dae ye ken the dance, and can ye haud yer brandy? It's yin gae up for twa gaes doon and hey for houghmagandie and if the little prince should rise for yince then ye maun kiss him better Then it's oot the door by ten tae four and mind ye dodge the debtors And it's how the foreign winds do blaw for Clementine Walkinshaw, followin' her no' sae young pretender Clementine Walkinshaw near died for love o' Chairlie Nae woman born was ever scorned or treated sae unfairly It mattered not one Flanders jot that she was true and loyal for blow and bruise are aye excused when drunken rage is royal And it's how the foreign winds do blaw for Clementine Walkinshaw, followin' her no' sae young pretender When maidens fa' for princes braw, wha pays the price o' pleasure? Yin stolen kiss and a night o' bliss, and then repent at leisure But when heroes bold are cruel and old and dignity's downtrodden there's nae return tae Bannockburn - and nae end tae Culloden And it's how the foreign winds do blaw for Clementine Walkinshaw, followin' her no' sae young pretender And it's how the foreign winds do blaw for Clementine Walkinshaw, followin' her no' sae young pretender And it's how the foreign winds do blaw for Clementine Walkinshaw, followin' her no' sae young pretender