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She sat down below a thorn,
Fine flowers in the valley,
And there she has her sweet babe born
And the green leaves they grow rarely.

Smile na sae sweet, by bonie babe
Fine flowers in the valley,
And ye smile sae sweet, ye'll smile me dead
And the green leaves they grow rarely.

She's taen out her little penknife
Fine flowers in the valley,
And twinn'd the sweet babe o' its life,
And the green leaves they grow rarely.

She's howket a grave by the light o' the moon,
Fine flowers in the valley,
And there she's buried her sweet babe in,
And the green leaves they grow rarely.

As she was going to the church,
Fine flowers in the valley,
She saw a sweet babe in the porch,
And the green leaves they grow rarely.

O sweet babe and thou were mine,
Fine flowers in the valley,
I wad cleed thee in the silk so fine
And the green leaves they grow rarely.

O cruel mother, when I was thine,
Fine flowers in the valley,
You did na prove to me sae kind,
And the green leaves they grow rarely.

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from Here's to those we could not save​.​.​., released January 12, 2012
Words Robert Burns, music trad., arr. Laurent Leemans

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The Imaginary Suitcase Nivelles, Belgium

Folk/singer-songwriter duo led by a grumpy Belgian guy voicing his considerations about life, death, and the confusing bits inbetween.

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