The collected writings of Dougal Graham "Skellat" Bellman of Glasgow: edited with notes: Together with a Biographical and Bibliographical Introduction, and a Sketch of the Chap Literature of Scotland: by George MacGregor: In two volumes |
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HAD AWA FRAE ME, DONALD.
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HAD AWA FRAE ME, DONALD.
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O will you hae the tartan plaid,
Or will you hae ta ring, mattam,
Or will you hae ta kiss o' me,
And dats ta pretty ting, mattam.
Had awa', bide awa',
Had awa' frae me, Donald,
I'll neither kiss, nor hae a ring,
Nae tartan plaids for me, Donald.
Or will you hae ta ring, mattam,
Or will you hae ta kiss o' me,
And dats ta pretty ting, mattam.
Had awa', bide awa',
Had awa' frae me, Donald,
I'll neither kiss, nor hae a ring,
Nae tartan plaids for me, Donald.
O see you not her ponny progues,
Her fecket plaid, plew, creen, mattam,
Her twa short hose, and her twa spiogs,
And a shoulter pelt apoon, mattam.
Had awa', bide awa',
Had awa' frae me, Donald,
Nae shoulder belts, nae trink abouts,
Nae tartan hose for me, Donald.
Her fecket plaid, plew, creen, mattam,
Her twa short hose, and her twa spiogs,
And a shoulter pelt apoon, mattam.
Had awa', bide awa',
Had awa' frae me, Donald,
Nae shoulder belts, nae trink abouts,
Nae tartan hose for me, Donald.
Hur can peshaw a petter hough
Tan him wha wears the crown, mattam;
Her sell hae pistol and claymore,
Tae flie ti' lallant loon, mattam.
Had awa', had awa',
Had awa' frae me, Donald,
For a your houghs and warlike arms,
You're not a match for me, Donald.
Tan him wha wears the crown, mattam;
Her sell hae pistol and claymore,
Tae flie ti' lallant loon, mattam.
Had awa', had awa',
Had awa' frae me, Donald,
For a your houghs and warlike arms,
You're not a match for me, Donald.
Hur sell hae a short coat pi pote,
No trail my feets at rin, mattam,
A cutty sark of guide harn sheet,
My mitter he pe spin, mattam.
Had awa', had awa',
Had awa' frae me, Donald;
Gae hame and hap your naked houghs,
And fash nae mair wi' me, Donald.
No trail my feets at rin, mattam,
A cutty sark of guide harn sheet,
My mitter he pe spin, mattam.
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Had awa' frae me, Donald;
Gae hame and hap your naked houghs,
And fash nae mair wi' me, Donald.
You's ne'er pe pidden work a turn
At ony kind o' spin, mattam,
But shug your lenno in a scull,
And tidel highland sing, mattam.
Had awa', had awa',
Had awa' frae me, Donald,
Your jogging sculls, and highland sang,
Will sound but harsh wi' me, Donald.
At ony kind o' spin, mattam,
But shug your lenno in a scull,
And tidel highland sing, mattam.
Had awa', had awa',
Had awa' frae me, Donald,
Your jogging sculls, and highland sang,
Will sound but harsh wi' me, Donald.
In ta morning, when him rise,
Ye's get fresh whey for tea, mattam,
Sweet milk an ream, as much you please,
Far sheaper tan pohea, mattam.
Had awa', bide awa',
Had awa' frae me, Donald,
I wadna quit my morning's tea;
Your whey will ne'er agree, Donald.
Ye's get fresh whey for tea, mattam,
Sweet milk an ream, as much you please,
Far sheaper tan pohea, mattam.
Had awa', bide awa',
Had awa' frae me, Donald,
I wadna quit my morning's tea;
Your whey will ne'er agree, Donald.
Haper Gallick yes pe learn,
An tats ta ponny speak, mattam,
Ye's get a cheese, and putter kirn,
Come wi' me kin ye like, mattam.
Had awa', had awa',
Had awa' frae me, Donald,
Your Gallick, and your Highland chear,
Will ne'er gae doun wi' me, Donald.
An tats ta ponny speak, mattam,
Ye's get a cheese, and putter kirn,
Come wi' me kin ye like, mattam.
Had awa', had awa',
Had awa' frae me, Donald,
Your Gallick, and your Highland chear,
Will ne'er gae doun wi' me, Donald.
Fait yes pe ket a silder protch,
Pe pigger as the moon, mattam,
Ye's ride in curroch stead o' coach,
And wow put ye'll pe fine, mattam.
Had awa', had awa',
Had awa' frae me, Donald,
For all your Highland rarities,
You're not a match for me, Donald.
Pe pigger as the moon, mattam,
Ye's ride in curroch stead o' coach,
And wow put ye'll pe fine, mattam.
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Had awa' frae me, Donald,
For all your Highland rarities,
You're not a match for me, Donald.
What's tis ta way tat ye'll pe kind
To a protty man like me, mattam,
Sae lang claymore pe po my side,
I'll nefer marry thee, mattam.
O come awa', run awa',
O come awa' wi' me, Donald,
I wadna quit my Highland man,
Frae Lallands set me free, Donald.
To a protty man like me, mattam,
Sae lang claymore pe po my side,
I'll nefer marry thee, mattam.
O come awa', run awa',
O come awa' wi' me, Donald,
I wadna quit my Highland man,
Frae Lallands set me free, Donald.
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