Poems and Songs Humorous, Serious and Satirical By Alexander Rodger; Edited, with Introduction and Notes by Robert Ford; New and Complete Edition |
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COME, BILLIES, LET'S STEER FOR OUR HAMMOCKS. |
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COME, BILLIES, LET'S STEER FOR OUR HAMMOCKS.
Come, billies, let's steer for our hammocks,
Consider the night's growing late,
Fy rax us our plaids and our crummocks,
It's time we were takin' the gate;
Our dawties at hame will be weary,
Wi' waiting upon us sae lang,
Then why keep them lanely and eerie
While we are enjoying our sang?
Consider the night's growing late,
Fy rax us our plaids and our crummocks,
It's time we were takin' the gate;
Our dawties at hame will be weary,
Wi' waiting upon us sae lang,
Then why keep them lanely and eerie
While we are enjoying our sang?
It's guid to be social and canty,
It's cheering to coup aff our horn—
But makin' owre free wi' our aunty
Is sure to bring trouble the morn;
For aunty's a dangerous kimmer,
And no to be dallied wi' aye,
She'll turn to bleak winter our simmer,
And sprinkle our haffet's wi' grey.
It's cheering to coup aff our horn—
But makin' owre free wi' our aunty
Is sure to bring trouble the morn;
For aunty's a dangerous kimmer,
And no to be dallied wi' aye,
She'll turn to bleak winter our simmer,
And sprinkle our haffet's wi' grey.
Come now, we ha'e a' gotten ready,
Na, laird, no anither drap mair,
Weel, Johnny. ye're foremost—be steady,
And mind there's a turn in the stair.
Shoot out your best fit now before ye,
And cannily catch ilka step,
A'e stagger, my blade, and we're owre ye
Syne wha your fat carcase will kep?
Na, laird, no anither drap mair,
Weel, Johnny. ye're foremost—be steady,
And mind there's a turn in the stair.
Shoot out your best fit now before ye,
And cannily catch ilka step,
A'e stagger, my blade, and we're owre ye
Syne wha your fat carcase will kep?
Now, since we're a' landed on Terra,
Let ilk tak' his several road,
Enough we may manage to carry,
Owre meikle's a troublesome load.
Gude e'en—ilka man to his dearie,
As fast as he's able to gang—
To meet a wife smiling and cheerie,
Is ten times mair sweet than a sang.
Let ilk tak' his several road,
Enough we may manage to carry,
Owre meikle's a troublesome load.
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As fast as he's able to gang—
To meet a wife smiling and cheerie,
Is ten times mair sweet than a sang.
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