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THE STORM ON THE PAISLEY CANAL PRICE ONE PENNY. Copies can always be had at the Poet's Box, 190 and 192 Overgate, Dundee. Tune?Original. Pray look on this victim of Cupid, Tae.laiy tale qf woe give an ear, As sure as death I'm knocked quite stupid, I'll gang wrang in the head tae, I fear, An' it's a' through a lass that I gaed wi', Ay, Mary M'Phail was her name; My affections she has cruelly played wi' And left me like a wandered wean. Spoken__Aye, mony a time I hae laughed committin' suicide through love but there's nae- body kens the impression it leaves when your lass laves you. I ken mony a time I hae fun' mysol'daunering owre by Jamaica Brig wi' the second consideration when I thoucht'on the trouble it would gie ither fouk, fairly spile my claes, an' May be catch cauld, I thoucht it would be as us weel tae never mind. Aye, Mary M'Phail hasna failed tae mak' me fail plenty. CHORUS. I wish that I never had seen her, She has cruelly caused my doonfa' She's awa' wi' the mate o' a steamer That sailed on the Paisley Canal Ye mann ken that her parents resided In that famous place Paisley toon, Tae first-fit them we baith had decided She said wi' the train she was tired, And would like tae gang doon by the sea, So a berth for us baith I then hired In the Crossmyloof steamshib "Bumbee." Spoken.-Ay, freens, I spared nae expense tae mak' her comfortable, I took a cabin pas- sage in that late and commodious steamship O' twa hunder punds burthen, the "Bumbee,'t o' Crossmyloof. And before starting that nich I bocht a bottle o' the hard stuff, nane o' the "Weekly Mail" kind, mind ye, but the rale Glen- tak'it, some curran' scones, some potted head, some wulks, and several ither luxuries. I took ane last look o' the shore o' Glesca, a carter gied us a shove aft', and awa' we started, but I micht hae kent there wis something gaen tae tak place for before we left the Quay there wis a punt lying opposite tae us wi' a lot o' man-o-war sailors on board, and they aye kept winking at Mary, and she seemed It 'ke it. When passing the Shaws a great storm Wi terrible f ury cam on I got my Sunday troosers r torn, And Mary she lost her chignon. I thocht I wad faint wi alarm, When, A hauns on deck, the Captain roared, And the crew was a chap wi' yae arm, He says, Throw "the main deck overboard. We hadno gaen far up the channel When we felt such a thunderin shock, The Captain gaed aff wi a candle. And found out we had struck on a rock. I lost Mary amidst a,' the commotion. On a flour barrel I sprang across, And by chance was rescuedf rom the ocean, By a passing punt loaded with dross. Spoken. ?There was a nice predicament tae be in. Talk aboot first-fittinn, I wis bobbin about for three or four hours on the briny ocean whustlin wi my fingers in my Mooth as a signal o' distress, but atlast one o' Drummonds Gov- ernment screws cam in sicht, but they either took me for a buoy, or else the spirit o tha storm and were frichted to tak me on board, but at last they got convinced I was human being, so they hove- to. and before you could count three I was on board, and related my sad tale tae the Captain. But I think a the Captains Ere tarred wi then same stick, for he jist gies his troosers a hitch up an he says. Avast, you landlubber, the girl will be right enough. She micht be richt enough for them she was wi but no for me; but however I arrived back frae whaur I started, a sadder but a wiser man I met a the ither fouk gaun hame quite hapyy singing the Days o Auld Lang Syne, and Let us be happy together, but I had tae gang hame singing intae mysel. I wish that I never had seen her, etc. I had jist been twa days hame tae a letter Cam frae Mary that did mak me stare. She said I should try and forget her For she couldna see me ony mair She got spliced the day after the storm Tae the captali for saving her life, So noo I'm left quite forlorn? Daunerin aboot lookin oot for a wife. Spoken.?Aye. the day I got that letter I kent at ance it was frae Mary, I could aye tell her han write, yo wad think it was wrote wi the end o a potstick. It commenced wi, Dear Bauldie (aye she was dear enough tae me ony way, for the excursion cost me ane and fivepence my hail years gatherin, no speakin o three penc hapenny I spent wi her up at the shows during the fair time), she says Dear Bauldie, I hope youll no takit amiss o me marryin the- Captain o the Bumbee, for what is to be will be. During the tempest me an the mate were picked up by a large troopship [ ] horse-power and carried back tae the [ ] port o Strabungo. When without ony hesitation, he asked me if l' would be his partner for life, so I just said aye because him saving my life I thouoht he had the richt tae get me; so when the clergyman asked me if I would tak him for better or worse, I said I would tak him for the better the warst o't bein disappointin you, but it canna be helped noo. Im appointed stewardess on board ane o the canal liners, so as there is to be a soiree on board the nicht, an I hae tae attend a a party o coalheavers, for the present I'll bid you an everlasting fareweel, At tho fit o the letter there was a P.S. (I suppose that meant Puir Sowl), it said. If you come tae Strabungo on Monday next I could get ye a job as pilot tae pull up ane o the canal ironclads frae Paisley every morning. But I would prefer bein at my ain trade weavin at hame, ant I wish that I never had seen her, etc'
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1880-1900 shelfmark: L.C.Fol.70(80)
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