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Broadside ballad entitled 'John Tamson's Cart'
This Popular Song can always be had at the Poet's Box.
Auld John Tamson rade hame frae the fair
Late, late on o cauld winter night O!
Nae ferlie, his head it was light O !
Sleeping as sound as a tap, O!
While Jonnie lay takin' his nap O!
At length, at the foot of a steep an' stey brae,
Auld Bawsie drew breath an' stood still O!
While Jock dremt o' rich reamin yill, O !
Wi' a bowit that shone like a star, O!
He grew aye the langer the waur, O!
My certie, quo' she, "but I'll play him a fleg,
As sure as Jean Tamson's my name, O
An' slippit it strauoht awa' hame, O
An' he hyted an' hupped in vain, O
Till he graipit an' felt it was gane, O.
Syne back Me the toll in a harry he rau,
An' the tollman he wauked in a fricht, O
Hae John Tamson passed by the nicht, O ?
The tollman he cried wi' a start, O
But gin no, I ha'e found a cart,O.
John Tamson grew sober, John Tamson ran hame
Skelp, skelping thro' dub an' thro' mire O
Wha luggit him straucht tae the byre, O
He eat an' drink only his fill, O
"Oh quo' Jock, "but he hadna a cronie like me,
Syne "Here's t'ya owre a drap yill O.
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Probable period of publication:
1880-1900 shelfmark: L.C.Fol.70(11a)