Echo Mocks the Corncrake [Italian translation]

The lass that I loved first of all

Was handsome young and fair

Wi' her I spent some happy nights

Along the banks o' Ayr

Wi' her I spent some happy nights

Whaur yon wee burnie rows

Whaur the echo mocks the corncrake

Amongst the Whinny Knowes

We loved each other dearly

Disputes we seldom had

As constant as the pendulum

Her heart beat always glad

We sought for love and found it

Whaur yon wee burnie rows

Whaur the echo mocks the corncrake

Amongst the Whinny Knowes

Ye maidens fair and pleasure dames

Come fae the banks o' Doon

Ye dearly pay for every scent

Tae the barbers for perfume

But rural joy is free for a'

Whaur the scented clover grows

Whaur the echo mocks the corncrake

Amongst the Whinny Knowes

The corncrake is noo awa'

The burn is tae the brim

The whinny knowes are clad w' snaw

That taps the highest whin

But when cauld winter is awa'

And summer clears the sky

We'll welcome back the corncrake

The bird o' rural joy

• Artist:Songs of Separation
• Album:Songs of Separation