HILLS OF YATAN
1. There were shepherd's walks and drovers trods
Across the hills of yatan
through squelchy mire and clotty bogs
Across the hills of Yatan.
Chorus:
And when the heather's in full bloom
And the wind blows through the bracken
It's then I think of me one true love
As I walk the hills of Yatan.
2. There sheep graze by the drystone wall
Across the hills of Yatan
And the curlew's cry and the red groose call
Across the hills of Yatan.
3. Oh will we ever walk again,
Across the hills of Yatan
In summer's sun or winter's rain,
Across the hills of yatan.
From the singing of the Wilson Family on record, first heard
from Caroline Paton, at Indian Neck, 1985
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