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COME UNDER MY PIAIDIE.
Words by Hector M'Neill. Air- Johnnie MacgilL
Sprightly.
Come uh- der my plaid -ie, the nighfs gaun to fa'; Come in frae the
cauld hlast, the drift, and the snaw: Come un - der my plaid - ie, and
sit down be - side me, There's room in't, dear las - sie, be - lieve me, for twa.
ev'-ry cauld blast that can blaw; come un- der my plaid-ie,
sit down be - side me, There's room in't, dear las - sie,
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be -lieve me, for twa.
' ' Gae Va wi' yer plaidie ! auld Donald, gae Va ;
I fear na the cauld blast, the drift, nor the snaw !
Gae Va wi' yer plaidie ! I'll no sit beside ye ;
Ye micht be my gutcher ! auld Donald, gae \va.
I'm gaun to meet Johnnie — he's young and he's bonnie ;
He's been at Meg's bridal, fu' trig and fu' braw !
Nane dances sae lichtly, sae gracefu', sae tightly,
His cheek's like the new rose, his brow's like the snaw!"
"Dear Marion, let that flee stick fast to the wa';
Your Jock's but a gowk, and has naething ava;
The hail o' his pack he has now on his back ;
He's thretty, and I am but threescore and twa.
Be frank now, and kindly— I'll busk ye aye finely;
To kirk or to market there'll few gang sae braw ;
A bien house to bide in, a chaise for to ride in,
And flunkeys to 'tend ye as aft as ye ca'. "