Glen Collection of printed music > Printed text > Whistle-Binkie, or, The piper of the party

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Na, some o' tem will eat ta fire,
And no lum's pelly purn, man.
WV fire tey mak' ta coach pe rin,
Upon ta railman's raw, man,
Nainsel will saw him teuk ta road,
An' teil a horse to traw, man ;
Anither coach to Paisley rin,
Tey'll call him Lauchie's motion,
But oich ! she was plawn a' to bits,
By rascal rogue M'Splosion.
Wi' fire tey mak' ta vessels rin
Upon ta river Clyde, man,
She saw't hersel, as sure's a gun,
As she stood on ta side, man :
But gin you'll no pelieve her word,
Gang to ta Proomielaw, man,
You'll saw ta ship wi' twa mill-wheels,
Pe grund ta water sma', man.
Oich ! sic a town as Glasgow town,
She never see pefore, man,
Ta houses tere pe mile and mair,
Wi' names 'poon ilka toor, man.
An' in teir muckle windows tere,
She'll saw't, sure's teath, for sale, man,
Praw shentleman's pe want ta head,
An' leddies want ta tail, man.
She wonders what ta peoples do,
Wi' a' ta praw things tere, man,
Gie her ta prose, ta kilt, an' hose,
For tem she wadna care, man.
And aye gie her ta pickle sneesh,
And wee drap parley pree, man,
For a' ta praws in Glasgow town,
She no gie paw-prown-pee, man.
Alex. Rodger.