Pittenweem Jo

D G D

I'm gaun wi a las from Pittenweem,

A

She's every fisher ladie's dream.

D G

She guts her herrin doon by the quay

A D A D

and saves her kisses just for me.

D G

Pittenween oh Pittenweem

D A

She's every fisher ladie's dream.

D G

She guts her herrin doon by the quay

A D A D

and saves her kisses just for me.

'Twas in July it cam tae pass,

I met this bonny fisher lass.

Wi her een sae blu and black hair,

I met her doon at Ainster fair.

I speired at her could I tak her hame.

She says, "Aye, fine I ken yer game,

but ne'er the less ye're awfy kind,

in fact, I widna really mind".

Pittenweem...

I took her hame that Saturday night.

the moon was shining oh so bright,

and as we lay there on th grass,

I said, "Oh Jo, wid ye be my las?"

She's my las noo, and that I ken,

she doesna look at other men.

For I was quick and they were slow,

and thats how I won my Pittenweem Jo

||: Pittenween... :||

Pittenweem

Her er opskriften på at få fat i en kvinde. Og hun kigger ikke engang efter andre mænd. Sangen er skrevet af John Watt. Pittenweem er en fiskerby på Scotlands østkyst.

The Pure Malt Songbook

David Fønsbo

2005-01-23T13:49:01