Er fa la la lo

aka Air fa la la lo, Ar fa la la low, Air Falalalo, etc.

A Wench and a Whale and a Pint of Good Ale, 1966

There's a lilt in the song I sing, there's laughter and love.
There's a tang from the sea and blue from heaven above.
Of reason there's none and why should there be forby?
But the fire in the blood and toes and the light in the eye.

Air fa la la lo horo er fa la la lay.
Air fa la la lo horo er fa la la lay.
Air fa la la lo horo er fa la la lay.
Fa li fa lo horo er fa la la lay.

The heather's ablaze wi' bloom the myrtle is sweet.
There's a song in the air the roads a song at our feet.
So step it along as light as the bird on the wing.
And stepping along let's join our voices and sing.

And whether the blood be highland, lowland or no.
And whether the skin be white or black as the sloe.
Of kith and of kin we are one be it right be it wrong.
As long as our hearts beat true to the lilt of the song.


Digital Tradition; see also this Mudcat thread

Garry Gillard | New: 10 October, 2010 | Now: 8 February, 2018