Violet Jacob > Songs of Angus

THE LAD I’ THE MUNE
I
O gin I lived i’ the gowden mune
Like the mannie that smiles at me,
I’d sit a’ nicht in my hoose abune
And the wee-bit stars they wad ken me sune,
For I’d sup my brose wi’ a gowden spune
And they wad come out to see !
II
For weel I ken that the mune’s his ain
And he is the maister there ;
A’ nicht he’s lauchin’, for, fegs, there’s nane
To draw the blind on his windy-pane
And tak’ an’ bed him, to lie his lane
And pleasure himsel’ nae mair.
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