The Ill-Fitting Garibaldis - For Folk's Sake lyrics

Upon the ragged moor she sang her sweet song to me And lo' how it moved the trees that gentle autumn breeze Hark the herald angels sing a lullaby Within the frosty caverns, a lowly river bed Knowing not of life nor love, of water e'r bereft How the haunted mountains sing a lullaby And on the bonnie hill the bonnie la** she says to thee "How do thou bonnie boy? The bonnie boy how do thou thee!" I'm good, thank's for asking {Steve} A co*kerel cries a morning call 'wakening all to a misty morn' But still I sleep Life goes on We sing this song Life goes on and on Hark the herald angels sing a lullaby Bedtime is approaching as the co*kerel cries (time for bed) Garibaldis Garibaldis... He comes to me in the night (I come in you every night) He comes to me and I do not fight (You should not fight) He comes to me in the night (I come in you every night) He comes to me and I do not fight