Legal & Other Lyrics By George Outram: Containing a number of new pieces & fifteen illustrations by Edward J. Sullivan |
 |
|
 |
|
|
|
 | Legal & Other Lyrics |  |
96
THE PROCESS OF WAKENIN'
Jenny! puir Jenny! the flow'r o' the lea—
The blythesome, the winsome, the gentle an' free—
The joy and the pride
O' the haill kintra side—
She dee'd of a process o' Wakenin'.
The blythesome, the winsome, the gentle an' free—
The joy and the pride
O' the haill kintra side—
She dee'd of a process o' Wakenin'.
Though her skin was sae smooth, an'her fingers sae sma',
She won through the hoopin'-cough, measles an' a'—
She never took ill
Frae fever or chill—
Yet she dee'd of a process o' Wakenin'.
She won through the hoopin'-cough, measles an' a'—
She never took ill
Frae fever or chill—
Yet she dee'd of a process o' Wakenin'.
The case fell asleep when her Grandfather dee'd,
And few folk remembered it e'er had been plea'd.
She never heard tell
O' the matter hersel',
Till they sent her the summons o' Wakenin'.
And few folk remembered it e'er had been plea'd.
She never heard tell
O' the matter hersel',
Till they sent her the summons o' Wakenin'.
97
Jenny! puir Jenny!—though courted by a',
Only ane touched her heart—an' he bore it awa'.
It had just been arranged
That her state should be changed,
When they sent her the summons o' Wakenin'.
Only ane touched her heart—an' he bore it awa'.
It had just been arranged
That her state should be changed,
When they sent her the summons o' Wakenin'.
She had plighted her troth—they had fixed on the day—
A' arrangements completed—nae chance o' delay;
She was thinkin' on this,
And entrancèd wi' bliss,
When they sent her the summons o' Wakenin'.
A' arrangements completed—nae chance o' delay;
She was thinkin' on this,
And entrancèd wi' bliss,
When they sent her the summons o' Wakenin'.
Her friends were sae kindly—her true-love sae prized,
Surrounded by them, an' by him idolised;
She had just passed the night
In a dream o' delight,
When they sent her the summons o' Wakenin'.
Surrounded by them, an' by him idolised;
She had just passed the night
In a dream o' delight,
When they sent her the summons o' Wakenin'.
She fee'd the best counsel—what could she dae mair?
She read through the papers wi' sorrow an'care,
But she could only mak' out,
That beyond ony doubt,
'Twas a wearifu' process o' Wakenin'.
She read through the papers wi' sorrow an'care,
But she could only mak' out,
That beyond ony doubt,
'Twas a wearifu' process o' Wakenin'.
98
An'her friends that she thought wad be constant for aye,
Of course they grew scarce, an' kept out o' her way;
For naebody ken'd
How the matter wad end,
When they heard o' the process o' Wakenin'.
Of course they grew scarce, an' kept out o' her way;
For naebody ken'd
How the matter wad end,
When they heard o' the process o' Wakenin'.
An'her true-love for whom she wad gladly gien a',
Slid cauld frae her grasp like a handfu' o' snaw;—
Sae she gied up the case,
An' gied up the ghaist,
An' dee'd o' a process o' Wakenin'.
Slid cauld frae her grasp like a handfu' o' snaw;—
Sae she gied up the case,
An' gied up the ghaist,
An' dee'd o' a process o' Wakenin'.
| Legal & Other Lyrics | |