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JOHN GETJMLIE.
Lively.
John Granule swore by the light o' the moon, And the green leaves on the
tree, That he could do more work in a day, Than his wife could
do in three. His wife rose up in the mom-ing Wi' caves and
trou-bles e - now ; John Grum - lie hide at harae, John, And I'll go
haud the plow. Sing-ing fal de lal lal de ral lal, fal lal lal lal lal
la. John Gram -lie hide at hame, John, And I'll go haud the plow.
" First ye maun dress your children fair,
And put them a' in their gear ;
And ye maun turn the malt, John,
Or else ye'll spoil the beer.
And ye maun reel the tweel, John,
That I span yesterday ;
And ye maun ca' in the hens, John,
Else they'll a' lay away."
Singing, fal de lal lal, &c.
O he- did dress his children fair,
And he put them a' in their gear ;
But he forgot to turn the malt,
And so he spoiled the beer.
And he sang aloud as he reel'd the tweel
That his wife span yesterday ;
But he forgot to put up the hens,
And the hens a' lay'd away.
Singing, fal de lal lal, &c.
The hawket crummie loot down nae milk ;
He kirned, nor butter gat ;
And a' gaed rang, and nought gaed right ;
He danced with rage, and grat.
Then up he ran to the head o' the knowe,
Wi' mony a wave and shout —
She heard him as she heard him not,
And steered the stots about.
Singing, fal de lal lal, &c.
John Grumlie's wife cam hame at e'en,
And laugh'd as she'd been mad,
When she saw the house in siccan a plight,
And John sae glum and sad.
Quoth he, "I gie up my housewifeskep,
I'll be nae mair gudewife."
" Indeed," quo' she, " I'm weel content,
Ye may keep it the rest o' your life."
Singing, fal de lal lal, &c.