Joan Shelley – Silver Whistle Lyrics
Artist: Joan Shelley
Song: Silver Whistle
Oh, who will play the silver whistle
When my king’s son to sea is going?
To Scotland prepares, prepares his coming
Upon a large ship o’er the ocean
The ship it has three masts of silver
With ropes so light of french silk woven
Upon each end are fixed golden pulleys
To bring my king’s son ashore and landed
When my king’s son he comes back home
No griddle scones will food be for him
But loaves of bread, bread will be baking
For Charles with eyes so blue enticing
Oh welcome you to fame and honor
Fiddles and choice tunes attend you
And I will be dancing, and I will be singing
And I will play the silver whistle
Oh, who will play the silver whistle
When my king’s son to sea is going?
To Scotland prepares, prepares his coming
Upon a large ship o’er the ocean
The ship it has three masts of silver
With ropes so light of french silk woven
Upon each end are fixed golden pulleys
To bring my king’s son ashore and landed
When my king’s son he comes back home
No griddle scones will food be for him
But loaves of bread, bread will baking
For Charles with eyes so blue enticing
Oh welcome you to fame and honor
Fiddles and choice tunes attend you
And I will be dancing, and I will be singing
And I will play the silver whistle
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Release Year: 2018