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O vow! quo' he, were I as free,
As firft when Ifawthis country,
How blyth and merry wad I bei
And T wad never think lang.
He grew canty, and fhe grew fain;
But little did her auld minny ken
What thir flee twa together were fay ng,
When wooing they were fae thrang.
And Oi quo' he, ann ye were as black
As e'er the crown of my dady's hat,
"Tis I wad lay thee by my back,
And awa wi' me thou fhou'd gang.
And Oi quo' fhe, ann I were as white,
As e'er the fhaw lay on the dike,
Id dead me braw and lady-like,
And awa' wi' thee I would gang.
Between the twa was made a plot;
They raife a wee before the cock,
And wilily they fhot the lock,
And faft to the bent are they gane.
Up in the morn the auld wife raife,
\nd at her leifure pat on her claife;
Syne to the fervants bed fhe gaes,
To fpeer for the filly poor man.
("lay,
She gaed to the bed where the beggar
The ftrae was cauld, he was away,
She clapt her hands, crycl, Walladay!
For fome of our gear will be gane.
Some ran to coffers, and fome to kifts,
But nought 'was ftown that cou'd be mift,
She dancd her lane, crycl praife be bleftl
I have lodg'd a leal poor man.
Since naethings awa, as we can learn,
The kirn's to kirn, and milk to earn,
Gae butt the houfe.,lafs,and wauken my
And bid her come quickly ben. (bairn,
The fervant gade where the daughter '.ay,
The fheets was cauld, fhe was away,
And faft to her goodwife did fay,
She's aff wi' the gaberlunzie-man.
O fy gar ride, and fy gar rin,
And hafte ye find thefe traytors again; .
For fhe's be burnt, and he's be flain,
The wearifu' gaberlun/ie-man.
Some rade upo'horfe, fome ran a foot,
The wife was wood and out o her wit ;
She cou'd na gang, nor yet coud fhe fit,
But ay fhe curs'd and. ay fhe bann'd.
Mean, time far hind out o'er the lee
Fu' fnug in a glen, where nane could fee,
The twa with kindly fport and glee,
Cut frae a new cheefe a whang:
The priving was good, it pleas cl thembaith
To lo'e her for ay, he gae her his aith.
Quo' fhe, To leave thee I will be laith,
My winfome gaberlunzie-man.
O kend my minny T were wi' you,
ril-fa.dly wad fhe crook her mou\
Sick a poor man fhe'd never trow,
After the gaberlunzie-man.
My dear, quo' he, ye're yet o'er young,
And ha' nae learn'd the beggars tongue,
To follow me frae town to town,
And carry the gaberlunzie on.
Wi' cauk and keel I'll win your bread.
And fpindles & whorles for them wha need,
Whilk is a gentle trade indeed,'
To carry the gaberlun/ie on.
I'll bow my leg, and crook my knee,
And draw a black clout o\r my eye,
A cripple or blind they will ca' me.
While we fhallbe merry and fing.