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Broadside ballad entitled 'Auld Thing Ower Again'
AULD THING OWER AGAIN.
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A widow lived in our toun,
And she was skeigh and in her prime,
And weel she lo'ed an auld tune,
But ne'er got ane to keep the time.
A fiddler passing by ae day,
The widow fldged and laughed and said
"Can ye play the auld thing ower again?"
Diring do a do a day,
Diring do a dadding O,
Diring do a do a day?
Hurrah the auld thing ower again.
Quo' he. "Gudewife, I dinna ken
If I can play that tune ava,
Quo' she, "It's jist atween the twa."
Resolved to hae a canty spring;
"Oh, bless your auld thing ower again."
Quo' he, "My fiddle strings are broke,
And noo my roset's a' run dune."
"Na, na," says she, You've got enough,
The fiddler then wi' rapture played,
And sweeter notes ne'er left his strings,
Till on the floor she rowed and cried,
Quo' she, "Gudeman, mak' this your hame,
You'll never need to wet your thumb
You'll kittle up our canty tune "
The tickling bow and ilka string;
To play the auld thing ower again.
He answered her richt cheerfully,
Quo' she, "As long's your fiddle's hale,
For oh, you please me to a hair,
I'll no can sleep for thinkiug on
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Probable period of publication:
1880-1900 shelfmark: L.C.Fol.70(40b)