The Hexhamshire Lass

Fairport Convention Nine The Hexhamshire Lass Away with the buff and the blue And away with the cap and feather I want to see my lass who lives in Hexhamshire Off with the . . . 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 them better than them both but, man, I can't get near her Off with the . . . 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 must bide here, my arms'll be denied her Off with the . . . 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 and cool, they'll warm when I get near her Off with the . . . and over the moss and the mire I want to see my lass who lives in Hexhamshire Ah, this love of mine, oh, this love, I am weary Sleep I can't get none for thinking of my dearie Off with the . . . and over the moss and the mire I want to see my lass who lives in Hexhamshire Away with the? gilded? shield and away with the cap and feather 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 with the . . . and over the moss and the mire I want to see my lass who lives in Hexhamshire