Sang O' the Saracen Maid

I hae left the lands o the Orient
And traivelled the warld wide
Tae find the faither o my bairn
And rest there by his side

We found him in the desert sand
Sair woundit fae the fray
I took him tae my faither's tent
To tend him monies the day

His wounds wi silk I bandaged roon
Wi ointments rich and rare
I washed them daily wi my tears
And dried them wi my hair

La, la, la de de da
I sing the live long day
The stinging of the cruel wind
And the song of the saracen maid

My hips were girded wi tinkling coins
My briests wi the jasmine flower
When we lay in a silken desert tent
For monies a lovin hour

And the crescent moon filled the desert sky
Like the crest on a Saracen shield
And the stars o the east sang "Bismillah!"
Ower the lovers' silken bield

But I left the palms and the desert sands
For the pines o Bennachie
For the sake o the luve o a Templar lad
Who has cruelly dealt wi me

La, la, la de de da
I sing the live long day
The stinging of the cruel wind
And the song of the saracen maid

Now I shiver in the blast o the cauld, cauld wind
At the back o' Bennachie
And I greet at the grave o my bonnie, bonnie bairn
Wha ne'er again I'll see

So sing the song o Persephone
Wha traivelled this warld wide
What set her bearings for the north
With the lodestone o love as her guide

And when the simmer comes tae the Garioch-oh
Of an evening you may sense
A zephyr blaw ower Bennachie
Cairryin the fragrance o Frankincense

La, la, la de de da
I sing the live long day
The stinging of the cruel wind
And the song of the saracen maid