RU’GLEN JEAN

RU'GLEN JEAN

by

Matt McGinn

There’s a lass called May, she comes from Inveraray

There’s a lass called Alice up in Aberdeen

There’s a Glesga Jessie all in competition

But the one to have my heart to keep is Ru'glen Jean

She has lips like crimson roses in the summer

And her eyes have the skies, her hair has got the sun

She’s as neat and sweet as I’m sure was ever fashioned

And I’ll guarantee she’ll marry me before I’m done

There’s a highland twang wi the lass in Inveraray

There’s a touch o spring wi the lass in Aberdeen

Wi my Glesga Jessie there’s the warmth o the summer

But you’ll find them all together in my Ru'glen Jean

She has lips like crimson roses in the summer

And her eyes have the skies, her hair has got the sun

She’s as neat and sweet as I’m sure was ever fashioned

And I’ll guarantee she’ll marry me before I’m done

I’ll be telling May that’s up in Inveraray

I’ll be telling Alice and Jessie and them all

Go and find yourself another lad to centre your affections on

And bring them to my weddin in the big toon hall

She has lips like crimson roses in the summer

And her eyes have the skies, her hair has got the sun

She’s as neat and sweet as I’m sure was ever fashioned

And I’ll guarantee she’ll marry me before I’m done