Felton Lonnin

The kye's come hyem, but I see not me hinny The kye's come hyem, but I see not me bairn I'd rather loss all the kye than loss me hinny I'd rather loss all the kye than loss me bairn The kye's come hyem... Fresh faced is me hinny, his blue eyes are bonny His hair in curled ringlets hung sweet to the sight So mount the old pony, seek after me hinny Bring back to his mammy her only delight He's always out roaming the lang summerday through He's always out roaming away from the farm Through hedges and ditches and valleys and hillsides I hope that me hinny may come to no harm Well, I've searched in the meadow and in the far acre Through stockyard and byre, but nowt could I find So off you go, daddy, seek after your laddie Bring back to his mammy some peace to her mind The kye's come hyem... The kye's come hyem...