The Scottish Works of Alexander Ross ... Consisting of Helenore, or The Fortunate Shepherdess; Songs; The Fortunate Shepherd, or The Orphan: Edited, with notes, glossary and life by Margaret Wattie |
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MARRI'D AND WOO'D AN' A'.
Marri'd an' woo'd an' a',
Marri'd an' woo'd an' a',
The dandilly toss of the parish,
Is marri'd and woo'd an' a'.
The wooers will now ride thinner,
And by when they wonted to ca'.
'Tis needless to speer for the lassie
That's marri'd an' woo'd an' a'.
Marri'd an' woo'd an' a',
The dandilly toss of the parish,
Is marri'd and woo'd an' a'.
The wooers will now ride thinner,
And by when they wonted to ca'.
'Tis needless to speer for the lassie
That's marri'd an' woo'd an' a'.
The girss had na freedom of growing,
As lang as she was na awa';
Nor i' the town could there be stowing,
For wooers that wonted to ca'.
For drinking an' dancing an' brulzies,
An' boxing an' shaking o' fa's,
The town was forever in tulzies;
But now the lassie's awa'.
As lang as she was na awa';
Nor i' the town could there be stowing,
For wooers that wonted to ca'.
For drinking an' dancing an' brulzies,
An' boxing an' shaking o' fa's,
The town was forever in tulzies;
But now the lassie's awa'.
But had they but kend her as I did,
Their errand it wad hae been sma';
She neither kend spinning nor carding,
Nor brewing nor baking ava'.
But the wooers ran a' mad upon her,
Because she was bony an' bra',
An' sae I dread will be seen on her,
When she's by hand and awa'.
Their errand it wad hae been sma';
She neither kend spinning nor carding,
Nor brewing nor baking ava'.
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Because she was bony an' bra',
An' sae I dread will be seen on her,
When she's by hand and awa'.
He'll roose her but sma' that has marri'd her,
Now when he's gotten her a',
And wish, I fear, he had miscarri'd her,
Tocher and ribbons an' a'.
For her art it lay a' in her dressing,
But gin her bras anes were awa',
I fear she'll turn out o' the fesson,
An' knit up her muggans wi' straw.
Now when he's gotten her a',
And wish, I fear, he had miscarri'd her,
Tocher and ribbons an' a'.
For her art it lay a' in her dressing,
But gin her bras anes were awa',
I fear she'll turn out o' the fesson,
An' knit up her muggans wi' straw.
For yesterday I yeed to see her,
An' O! she was wonderous bra',
Yet she cry'd till her husband to gee her
An ell of red ribbons, or twa.
He up, and he set down beside her
A reel and a wheelie to ca';
She said, Was he this gate to guide her?
An' out at the door, an' awa'.
An' O! she was wonderous bra',
Yet she cry'd till her husband to gee her
An ell of red ribbons, or twa.
He up, and he set down beside her
A reel and a wheelie to ca';
She said, Was he this gate to guide her?
An' out at the door, an' awa'.
Her neist rode was hame till her mither,
Who speer'd at her, Now how was a'?
She says till her, “Was't for nae ither,
That I was marry'd awa',
But gae an' sit down till a wheelie,
An' at it baith night an' day ca',
An' then hae it reel'd by a cheelie
That ever was crying to draw?”
Who speer'd at her, Now how was a'?
She says till her, “Was't for nae ither,
That I was marry'd awa',
But gae an' sit down till a wheelie,
An' at it baith night an' day ca',
An' then hae it reel'd by a cheelie
That ever was crying to draw?”
Her mither says till her: “Hegh, lassie,
He's wyssest, I fear, o' the twa;
Ye'll hae litle to put i' the bassie,
Gin ye be awkward to draw.
'Tis now ye should work like a tyger,
An' at it baith wallop an' ca',
As lang's ye hae youthit an' vigor,
An' littleanes an' debt are awa'.
He's wyssest, I fear, o' the twa;
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Gin ye be awkward to draw.
'Tis now ye should work like a tyger,
An' at it baith wallop an' ca',
As lang's ye hae youthit an' vigor,
An' littleanes an' debt are awa'.
Your thrift it will look little bouked,
An' ye had a red weam or twa;
An' think yoursell stress'd when ye're souked,
Tho' ye sud do nae mair ava',
But sit i' the flet like a midden,
An' for your necessities ca'.
An' sae ye had best to do bidding,
As lang's ye hae feauto to ca'.
An' ye had a red weam or twa;
An' think yoursell stress'd when ye're souked,
Tho' ye sud do nae mair ava',
But sit i' the flet like a midden,
An' for your necessities ca'.
An' sae ye had best to do bidding,
As lang's ye hae feauto to ca'.
Sae swyth awa' hame to your hadding,
Mair fool than when ye came awa';
Ye maunna now keep ilka wedding,
Nor gae sae clean-finger'd an' bra';
But mind wi' a neiper ye're yoked,
And that ye your end o't maun draw,
Or else ye deserve to be docked,
Sae that is an answer for a'.”
Mair fool than when ye came awa';
Ye maunna now keep ilka wedding,
Nor gae sae clean-finger'd an' bra';
But mind wi' a neiper ye're yoked,
And that ye your end o't maun draw,
Or else ye deserve to be docked,
Sae that is an answer for a'.”
Young luckie now finds hersell nidder'd,
An' wist na well what gate to ca',
But wi' hersell even consider'd,
That hamewith were better to draw;
An e'en tak her chance o' her landing,
However the matter might fa'.
Fouk need no on fraits to be standing,
That's marry'd and woo'd an' a'.
An' wist na well what gate to ca',
But wi' hersell even consider'd,
That hamewith were better to draw;
An e'en tak her chance o' her landing,
However the matter might fa'.
Fouk need no on fraits to be standing,
That's marry'd and woo'd an' a'.
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