Traditional
Rare’s Hill
Last year at Lady Mary's fair when I was in Dundee
I fell in with an old sweetheart, and he being on a spree
His company I did accept and with him I did go
But to my sad misfortune it proved my overthrow

We wandered east, we wandered west, we wandered through the Law
He said he'd see me home that night but home I never saw
He kept beside me all the while, resolved to have his will
And by and by, we lost our way at the back of Rare's Hill

And whеn we got to Rare's Hill, the laddiе said to me
"We can't go home tonight my dear, It's far too late you see
But the night is warm and in my pouch, I’ve got another gill
So we can lie down here content, at the back of Rare's Hill."

And then he poured a nip apiece to quiet all alarm
When I awoke next morning we were locked in each other's arms
He handed me the bottle, another glass to fill
And I drank his heath and store o' wealth, at the back of Rare's Hill

And then the laddie said to me, "Oh lassie, do not mourn
For while I draw the breath of life, from you I'll never turn
If you will come to yonder town, my wedded wife to be
We'll be the happiest couple yet was ever in Dundee."

Well, it's may I never prosper, and may I never thrive
In anything I take in hand as long as I'm alive
If e'er I say I rue the day, my laddie had his will
Success to Lady Mary's fair, and the back of Rare's Hill