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Hughie in Love with a Shrew.
“Urit grata protervitas.”
—Car. i. 19.
—Car. i. 19.
I've nocht to wreak mysel' upon,
An' wark I dinna fancy,
Sae I'll sit doun an' hae a groan
Aboot my cruel Nancy.
She thraw'd her head when late yestreen
I telt her I was deein'—
Either she disna care a preen,
Or else she kens I'm leein'.
An' wark I dinna fancy,
Sae I'll sit doun an' hae a groan
Aboot my cruel Nancy.
She thraw'd her head when late yestreen
I telt her I was deein'—
Either she disna care a preen,
Or else she kens I'm leein'.
O Nancy, but your hert's as hard
An' cauld as kirkyaird granite;
'Deed, whyles I think the nicht ill-starr'd
That saw me brak' wi' Janet!
She's neither cuist me glance o' grace
Nor shown me ceevil favour;
The wooer's is a dootfu' case
That builds on that behavour!
An' cauld as kirkyaird granite;
'Deed, whyles I think the nicht ill-starr'd
That saw me brak' wi' Janet!
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Nor shown me ceevil favour;
The wooer's is a dootfu' case
That builds on that behavour!
Nae ither lad that awns a dug,
But Sandie, ever socht her;
She flang a leglen at his lug,
As weel's the nits he brocht her.
She hasna tried thir tricks on me;
She'd find it—no' sae chancy;
An' that's what gars me houp to see
My waddin'-day wi' Nancy!
But Sandie, ever socht her;
She flang a leglen at his lug,
As weel's the nits he brocht her.
She hasna tried thir tricks on me;
She'd find it—no' sae chancy;
An' that's what gars me houp to see
My waddin'-day wi' Nancy!
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