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Broadside ballad entitled 'The Feeing Time'
THE FEEING TIME.
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My friend and I struck frae Millgye,
For Glasgow town we took our way,
With lads and bonnie lasses gay.
She was walking slowly by hersel' ;
I did display my umberell'.
Where are you gaun, my bonnie lass ?
How far, then, are you gaun this way ?
For this, you know, is feeing day.
Although the morning did look fine ;
Oh ! cheer your heart, my bonnic lass,
We'll hae guid weather by and bye,
A roving baker free Millgye.
Of whisky, brandy, rum, or wine,
Be in Glasgow by the feeing time.
She gave consent, and in we went
To an alo-house that was by the way ;
Glass after glass around did pass,
Till we baith forgot' t was feeing day.
The clock struck three, she smiled on me,
Says she, young man, the fault is thinc,
It's lass, don't grieve, for while I live,
I nc'er intend to harm you,
For baker lads they aye prove true.
Besides, my mither has nauc but me,
Wo spent the night in merriment,
So we got married the next day,
I'm glad I lost the feeing day.
I ne'er do think she will repine,
I'm glad I lost the feeing time.
Probable period of publication:
1880-1900 shelfmark: L.C.Fol.70(35b)