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Kempy Kay
KEMPY KAY—A
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Pitcairn's MSS, II, 125, as taken down by Mr Pitcairn from the singing of his aunt, Mrs Gammell, who had learned it in the neighborhood of Kincaid, Stirlingshire, when a child, or about 1770. Scotish Ballads and Songs [James Maidment], Edinburgh, 1859, p. 35; Sharpe's Ballad Book, p. 81.
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Kempy Kaye's a wooing gane,Far, far ayont the sea,
And he has met with an auld, auld man,
His gudefaythir to be.
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‘It's I'm coming to court your daughter dear,And some part of your gear:’
‘And by my sooth,’ quoth Bengoleer,
‘She'll sare a man a wear.
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‘My dochter she's a thrifty lass,She span seven year to me,
And if it were weel counted up,
Full three heire it would be.
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‘What's the matter wi you, my fair creature,You look so pale and wan?
I'm sure you was once the fairest creature
That ever the sun shined on.
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‘Gae scrape yoursel, and gae scart yoursel,And mak your brucket face clean,
For the wooers are to be here to nighte,
And your body's to be seen.’
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Sae they scrapit her, and they scartit her,Like the face of an aussy pan;
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A clever and tall young man.
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His teeth they were like tether-sticks,His nose was three fit lang,
Between his shouthers was ells three,
And tween his eyne a span.
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He led his dochter by the hand,His dochter ben brought he:
‘O is she not the fairest lass
That's in great Christendye?’
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Ilka hair intil her headWas like a heather-cowe,
And ilka louse anunder it
Was like a bruckit ewe.
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She had tauchy teeth and kaily lips,And wide lugs, fou o hair;
Her pouches fou o peasemeal-daighe
A' hinging down her spare.
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Ilka eye intil her headWas like a rotten plumbe,
And down browed was the queyne,
And sairly did she gloom.
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Ilka nail upon her handWas like an iron rake,
And ilka tooth intil her head
Was like a tether-stake.
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She gied to him a gravat,O the auld horse's sheet,
And he gied her a gay gold ring,
O the auld couple-root.
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