Legal & Other Lyrics By George Outram: Containing a number of new pieces & fifteen illustrations by Edward J. Sullivan |
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WHAT WILL I DO GIN MY DOGGIE DEE?
Oh! what will I do gin my doggie dee?
He was sae kind an' true to me,
Sae handsome, an' sae fu' o' glee—
What will I do gin my doggie dee?
My guide upon the wintry hill,
My faithfu' friend through gude an' ill,
An' aye sae pleased an' proud o' me—
What will I do gin my doggie dee?
He was sae kind an' true to me,
Sae handsome, an' sae fu' o' glee—
What will I do gin my doggie dee?
My guide upon the wintry hill,
My faithfu' friend through gude an' ill,
An' aye sae pleased an' proud o' me—
What will I do gin my doggie dee?
He lay sae canty i' my plaid,
His chafts upon my shouther-blade,
His hinder paw upon my knee,
Sae crouse an' cosh, my doggie an' me.
He wagged his tail wi' sic a swirl,
He cocked his lug wi' sic a curl,
An' aye snook't out his nose to me—
Oh! what will I do gin my doggie dee?
His chafts upon my shouther-blade,
His hinder paw upon my knee,
Sae crouse an' cosh, my doggie an' me.
He wagged his tail wi' sic a swirl,
He cocked his lug wi' sic a curl,
An' aye snook't out his nose to me—
Oh! what will I do gin my doggie dee?
He watched ilk movement o' my ee,
When I was glad he barkit tae;
When I was waefu', sae was he—
Oh! I ne'er lo'ed him as he lo'ed me.
He guarded me baith light an' dark,
An' helpit me at a' my wark;
Whare'er I wandered there was he—
What will I do gin my doggie dee?
When I was glad he barkit tae;
When I was waefu', sae was he—
Oh! I ne'er lo'ed him as he lo'ed me.
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An' helpit me at a' my wark;
Whare'er I wandered there was he—
What will I do gin my doggie dee?
Nae ither tyke the country roun',
Was ever fit to dicht his shoon;
But now they'll hae a jubilee,
He's like to be removed frae me.
'Twas late yestreen my wife an' he—
Deil hae the loons that mauled them sae!
They're baith as ill as ill can be—
What will I do gin my doggie dee?
Was ever fit to dicht his shoon;
But now they'll hae a jubilee,
He's like to be removed frae me.
'Twas late yestreen my wife an' he—
Deil hae the loons that mauled them sae!
They're baith as ill as ill can be—
What will I do gin my doggie dee?
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