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THE STORM OH 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 my tale of 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 hag cruelly played wf', And left me like a wandered wean. Spoken.?Aye, mony a time I hae laughed at the idea o' folk gaeu wrang m the head an' committin' suicide through love, but there's nae. body kens the impression it leaves when vour lass leaves you. I ken mony a time I hae fun' mysol' daunering owre by Jamaica Brlg wi' the full intention o' throwin' mysel' owre, but on second consideration when I thoucht on the trouble it would gie it her fouk, fairly spile my claes, au' maybe catch cauld, I thoucht it would be as weel tae nevor 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 deeided When Hogmanay nicht would come roUn'. She said wl' 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 latge and commodious steamship O' twa hunder punds bur hen, the "Bumbec,'t o' Crossmyloof. And before st arting that nich I boeht a bottle a' the hard stuff. nane o' the "Weekly Mail" kind, mind ye, but the rale Glen- tak'it, some curran' scones, same potted head, Some wulks, and several ither luxuries. I took ane last look o' the shore o' Glesca', a carter gied us a shove aff, and awa' we started, but I micht hae kent there wis something gaun tae tab' place, for before we left the Quay there wis a punt lying oppeslte tae us wi' a lot o' man-o-war sailors, on board, and they aye kept winking at Mary, and she seemed ltk e it. When passing the Shaws a great storm Wi terrible fury cam on 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 erew was a chap wl 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 aft wi a candle, And found out we had struck on a fock, I lost Mary amfdst a' the commotion. On a flour barrel I sprang aeross, And by chance was rescnodf rom the ocean, By a passing punt loaded with dross. Spoken, ?There was a nice predicament tao be in Talk aboot first-flttinn, I wis bobbin aboot for three or four hours on the briny ocean whustlin wi my fingers in my mooth as a signal o' distress, but at last ane o' Drummonds Gov- ernment screws cam in sicht, but they either took me for a buoy, or else the spirit o the storm and were frichted to tak me on board, but at last they got convinced I was a human beieg, 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 the same stick, for he jist gied bis 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 in tae mysel. I wich that I never had seen her, etc. I had jist been twa days hauie 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 Captain for saving her life, So noo I'm left quite forlorn, Daunerin aboot lookiu oot for a wife. Spoken.?Aye. the day I got that letter I kent at auce it was frae Mtry, I could aye tell her han write, ye wad chink 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 an 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 tak it amiss o me marryin the Captain o During the /ill/nbee, for what is to be will be. D/ill/ the tempest me an the mate got haud o an egg box an clung tae it tae we were picked up by a large troopship o ane horse-power and carried back tae the fore/ill/ port o Strabungo. When, without only hesitation, he asked me if I would be his partner for life, so I just said aye. because him saving my life I thoucht he had the richt tae get me; so when the clergyman asked mo 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 eanna be helped noo. Im appointed stewardess on board ane o the carnal 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 the fit o the letter there was a P.S. (I suppose that meant puir Sowl), it said, If you came tae Strabunge 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, an. content mysel singin? I wish that I never had seen her, etc'
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1880-1900 shelfmark: RB.m.143(052)
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