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COME UNDER MY FLAIDIE.
MACNIEL.
Tune — Johnny M'-Gill.
Come under my plaidie ; the night's gaun to fa' ;
Come in frae the cauld blast, the drift, and the snaw :
Come under my plaidie, and sit down beside me ;
There's room in't, dear lassie, believe me, for twa.
Come under my plaidie, and sit down beside me ;
I'll hap ye frae every cauld blast that can blaw :
Come under my plaidie, and sit down beside me ;
There's room in't, dear lassie, believe me, for twa.
Gae 'wa wi' yere plaidie ! auld Donald, gae 'wa ;
I fear na the cauld blast, the drift, nor the snaw I
Gae 'wa wi' your plaidie I I'll no sit beside ye ;
Ye micht be my gutcher I auld Donald, gae 'wa.
I'm gaun to meet Johnnie — he's young and he's bonnie ;
He's been at Meg's bridal, fou trig and fou braw !
Nane dances sae lichtly, sae gracefu', or tichtly,
His cheek's like the new rose, his brow's like the snaw !
Dear Marion, let that flee stick to the wa' ;
Your Jock's but a gowk, and has naething ava ;
The haill o' his pack he has now on his back ;
He's thretty, and I am but three score and twa.
Be frank now and kindly — I'll busk ye ayie finely ;
To kirk or to market there'll few gang sae braw ;
When I see thee I love thee, but hearing adore,
I wonder and think you a woman no more ;
Till mad with admiring, I cannot contain.
And kissing those lips, find you woman again.
In aU that I write I'll thy judgment require;
Thy taste shall correct what thy love did inspire.
I'll kiss thee and press tliee till youth is all o'er.
And then live on friendship, when passion's no more.
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