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  They were bones covered ower wi' skin
  They were bones covered ower wi' skin


When you looked again they were five and ten
When you looked again they were five and ten
All sighing a sorrowful sound
All sighing a sorrowful sound
Did you hear the knell
Did you hear the knell
Of the warning bell
Of the warning bell
Or the howl of a hunting hound
Or the howl of a hunting hound


Then a hundred more came to your door
Then a hundred more came to your door
A-mutterin' and makin' their mane (moan)
A-mutterin' and makin' their mane (moan)
Still you scorned at the skaith (dismissed their complaint)
Still you scorned at the skaith (dismissed their complaint)
You were aye sick-laith (really reluctant)
You were aye sick-laith (really reluctant)
To keep them fae the wind and rain
To keep them fae the wind and rain


As the night's grew long did you hear the throng
As the night's grew long did you hear the throng
Roar like a ralliach tide (stormy)
Roar like a ralliach tide (stormy)
Through the rising flood
Through the rising flood
Did you hear your own blood
Did you hear your own blood
Or the sound of a tear not cried
Or the sound of a tear not cried


They will wait no more at your ha' door
They will wait no more at your hall door
For their waiting days are done
For their waiting days are done
And there's no lock nor key
And there's no lock nor key
That will hold back the sea
That will hold back the sea
There's no chains on the rising sun
There's no chains on the rising sun
 
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Revision as of 21:42, 10 June 2012

The Sound of a Tear not Cried by Karine Polwart, available on Three Ravens by Malinky

Two men came to your hall door
And you did not let them in
And you did not care
What had brought them there
They were bones covered ower wi' skin
When you looked again they were five and ten
All sighing a sorrowful sound
Did you hear the knell
Of the warning bell
Or the howl of a hunting hound
Then a hundred more came to your door
A-mutterin' and makin' their mane (moan)
Still you scorned at the skaith (dismissed their complaint)
You were aye sick-laith (really reluctant)
To keep them fae the wind and rain
As the night's grew long did you hear the throng
Roar like a ralliach tide (stormy)
Through the rising flood
Did you hear your own blood
Or the sound of a tear not cried
They will wait no more at your hall door
For their waiting days are done
And there's no lock nor key
That will hold back the sea
There's no chains on the rising sun