I hail from the flatlands of East Anglia
A town that once could boast prosperity
She had trekked for many moons from a land afar
But the cruel nets had emptied the northen sea
And she said «hoots, I cannae get back tae
me hoos in bonny Scotland»
Girl with the hazel eyes — Aaaaah!
Girl with the hazel eyes — Aaaaah!
The elements had taken their toll on her
Her face was weather beaten and her hair greasy
I had never seen a set of eyes more hazelerer
And a tear did fall as she looked up at me
And she said «hoots, I cannae get back tae
me hoos in bonny Scotland»
Girl with the hazel eyes — Aaaaah!
Girl with the hazel eyes — Aaaaah!
I shall travel with thee
For to see your folks in Scotland
With their blessing, on one knee
I shall ask for your left hand
Girl with the hazel eyes — Aaaaah! *4
I shall travel with thee
For to see your folks in Scotland
With their blessing, on one knee
I shall ask for your left hand