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THE EAST NEUK O' FIFE,
THE SONG WRITTEN
BY SIR ALEXANDER BOSWELL, BART.
AND PRESENTED BY Bill TO THE EDITOR.
She. Auld gudeman, ye're a drunken carle, drunken carle,
A' the lang day ye wink and drink, and gape and gaunt ;
Of sottish loons ye're the pink and pearl, pink and pearl,
111 far'd, doited, ne'er-do-weel !
He. Hech, gudewife, ye're a flytin body, flytin body ;
Will ye hae, but, gude be prais'd, the-iwY ye want ;
The putting cow should be ay a doddy, ay a doddy,
Mak na sic an awsome reel.
She. Ye're a sow, auld man,
Ye get fu', auld man,
Fye shame ! auld man,
To your wame, auld man,
Pinch'd 1 win, wi' spinnin tow,
A plack to dead your back and pow !
He. It's a lie, gudewife,
It's your tea, gudewife :
Na, na, gudewife,
Ye spend a' gudewife,
Dinna fa' on me, pell-mell,
Ye like a drap, fu' weel, yoursel !
She. Ye's rue, auld gowk, your jest and frolic, jest and frolic,
Dare ye say, goose, I ever lik'd to tak a drappy ?
An 'twere na just for to cure the cholic, cure the cholic,
Deil a drap wad weet my mou.
He. Troth, gudewife, ye wadna swither, wadna swither,
Soon soon to tak a cholic, when it brings a drap o' cappy ;
But twa score o' years we hae fought thegether, fought thegether,
Time it is to gree, I trow.
She. I'm wrang, auld John,
Owr lang, auld John,
For nought, gude John,
"We ha'e fought, gude John :
Let's help to bear ilk ither's weight,
We're far owr feckless now to feght.
He. Ye're right, gudewife,
The night, gudewife,
Our cup, good Kate,
We'll sup, good Kate ;
Thegither frae this hour we'll draw,
And toom the stoup atween us twa !