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cob (clive's original band) - scranky black farmer lyrics

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at the tap of the garioch, in the lands of leith-hall
a scranky black farmer in earlsfield did dwell
with him i engaged a servant to be
which makes me lament i went far from the sea

i engaged with this farmer to drive cart and plough;
hard fortune convene at an ill-fated crew;
i ane of the number which causes me rue
that ever the country i attempted to view

up from the low-country my course i did steer
to the parish of kinethmont you shortly shall hear;
their customs and fashions to me seemed all new
my rapid proceedings full sore i did rue

it’s early in the mornin’ we rise to the yoke
the wind and the tempest can ne’er make us stop;
the wind it doth beat and the rain it doth pour
and aye, yon black farmer he on us does glower

so it’s farewell to bawbie, and adieu to you all
and likewise to the farmer that lives in leith-hall;
for to serve this black farmer, i’m sure it’s nae sport
and now i’ll be going to my bonnie seaport

- cob clives original band lyrics

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