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CUMBERLAND BALLADS.
145
And he that won’t feight to defend them,
I wish he may ne’er want black een.
May our murry-neets, clay-daubins, races,
And weddins, aye finish wi’ glee;
And when ought’s amang us worth nwotish,
Lang may I be present to see.
THE BEGGAR AND KEATIE.
Tune—“ O’er the muir amang the heather."
KEATIE.
Whee’s rap rappin at the duir,
Now, when our aul fwok are sleepin ?
Thou’ll git nowt here if thou’s puir—-
Owre the hills thou’d best be creepin!
When sec flaysome fuils we see,
Decent fwok may start and shudder;
I’ll nit move the duir to thee—
Yagrant-leyke, thou’s nowt but bodder!
BEGGAR.
Oh! guid lassie, let me in!
I’ve nae money, meat, or eleedin—
Starv’t wi’ this caul angry win;
Aul an’ helpless—deeth ay dreedin!
Let me lig in bam or byre;
Ae brown crust will pruive a dainty:
Dui, sweet lass ! what I desire,
If thou whop’st for peace and plenty.
KEATIE.
Beggars yen may weel despise—
To the sweyne-hull hie an’ swat thee,
Rap nae mair, if thou be wise;
Here’s a dog wad fain be at thee:
145
And he that won’t feight to defend them,
I wish he may ne’er want black een.
May our murry-neets, clay-daubins, races,
And weddins, aye finish wi’ glee;
And when ought’s amang us worth nwotish,
Lang may I be present to see.
THE BEGGAR AND KEATIE.
Tune—“ O’er the muir amang the heather."
KEATIE.
Whee’s rap rappin at the duir,
Now, when our aul fwok are sleepin ?
Thou’ll git nowt here if thou’s puir—-
Owre the hills thou’d best be creepin!
When sec flaysome fuils we see,
Decent fwok may start and shudder;
I’ll nit move the duir to thee—
Yagrant-leyke, thou’s nowt but bodder!
BEGGAR.
Oh! guid lassie, let me in!
I’ve nae money, meat, or eleedin—
Starv’t wi’ this caul angry win;
Aul an’ helpless—deeth ay dreedin!
Let me lig in bam or byre;
Ae brown crust will pruive a dainty:
Dui, sweet lass ! what I desire,
If thou whop’st for peace and plenty.
KEATIE.
Beggars yen may weel despise—
To the sweyne-hull hie an’ swat thee,
Rap nae mair, if thou be wise;
Here’s a dog wad fain be at thee:
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Antiquarian books of Scotland > Poetry > Ballads in the Cumberland dialect > (149) |
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Description | Thousands of printed books from the Antiquarian Books of Scotland collection which dates from 1641 to the 1980s. The collection consists of 14,800 books which were published in Scotland or have a Scottish connection, e.g. through the author, printer or owner. Subjects covered include sport, education, diseases, adventure, occupations, Jacobites, politics and religion. Among the 29 languages represented are English, Gaelic, Italian, French, Russian and Swedish. |
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