Poems, on sacred and other subjects and songs, humorous and sentimental: By the late William Watt. Third edition of the songs only--with additional songs |
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MAGGIE PICKEN.
Maggie Picken, on the shore,
Had it painted owre her door,
Never mind how lang's your score,
You're welcome yet to mair o't.
Maggie's blithe invitin' sign
Garr'd the ale ga'e down like wine;
Few gaun bye could e'er decline
To daunner in and share o't.
Had it painted owre her door,
Never mind how lang's your score,
You're welcome yet to mair o't.
Maggie's blithe invitin' sign
Garr'd the ale ga'e down like wine;
Few gaun bye could e'er decline
To daunner in and share o't.
Maggie's ale was never sour,
Maggie's whisky aye was pure;
Nae sair heads we did endure
Frae Maggie's true Glenlivet:
Maggie's swats soon wauken'd glee,
Garr'd the hours like moments flee;
Faes red-wud at a law plea
Grew friends when they did pree it.
Maggie's whisky aye was pure;
Nae sair heads we did endure
Frae Maggie's true Glenlivet:
Maggie's swats soon wauken'd glee,
Garr'd the hours like moments flee;
Faes red-wud at a law plea
Grew friends when they did pree it.
Oh what cheery nichts we spent,
Nichts o' whilk we ne'er repent;
Pleasure, leaving blithe content,
Her magic wand waved o'er us:
Dancin', singin', happy a',
Ne'er ane thocht o' gaun awa',
Though the cock's clear mornin' craw
Did join the merry chorus.
Nichts o' whilk we ne'er repent;
Pleasure, leaving blithe content,
Her magic wand waved o'er us:
Dancin', singin', happy a',
Ne'er ane thocht o' gaun awa',
Though the cock's clear mornin' craw
Did join the merry chorus.
But Mackenzie's doolfu' Act
Has dung Maggie's run to wrack;
Weddin', ball, or social crack,
Maun end ere weel begun now:
Scarce the clock has chappit ten
When the police straucht comes ben,
Sayin', “Lads, the law, ye ken,
Allows na later fun now!”
Has dung Maggie's run to wrack;
Weddin', ball, or social crack,
Maun end ere weel begun now:
Scarce the clock has chappit ten
When the police straucht comes ben,
Sayin', “Lads, the law, ye ken,
Allows na later fun now!”
Rents and licence, stents and a',
Maggie could nae langer draw;
Frae the shore she's now awa',
Whare lang she dwelt fu' cheery:
Trav'llers, wha afttimes before
Aye fand shelter on the shore,
Look in vain for Maggie's door,
For a's now dull and dreary.
Maggie could nae langer draw;
Frae the shore she's now awa',
Whare lang she dwelt fu' cheery:
Trav'llers, wha afttimes before
Aye fand shelter on the shore,
Look in vain for Maggie's door,
For a's now dull and dreary.
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