Legal & Other Lyrics By George Outram: Containing a number of new pieces & fifteen illustrations by Edward J. Sullivan |
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MY NANNIE
My Nannie fell sick, an' my Nannie was deein',
My friends a' advised me for doctors to send;
But she was sae grievin' me when she was livin',
That, troth, I had little desire she should mend.
My friends a' advised me for doctors to send;
But she was sae grievin' me when she was livin',
That, troth, I had little desire she should mend.
I said I'd nae siller—they wadna come till her—
Sae I watched her wi' tenderest care by mysel';
But whate'er was the matter, the limmer got better,
And to my great sorrow she soon was quite well.
Sae I watched her wi' tenderest care by mysel';
But whate'er was the matter, the limmer got better,
And to my great sorrow she soon was quite well.
Wi' a jorum o' whisky I gat mysel' frisky,
An' said 'twas for joy to see her sae weel:
Says she—“How got ye that when you couldna buy med'cine?”
An' gied me a thump wad hae murdered the deil!
An' said 'twas for joy to see her sae weel:
Says she—“How got ye that when you couldna buy med'cine?”
An' gied me a thump wad hae murdered the deil!
Her passion near choked her—I ran for the doctor—
But she hardly had been a week under his care,
When he said—“Your wife's leavin' the land o' the livin',—
I've done what I could, sir—I canna do mair.”
But she hardly had been a week under his care,
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I've done what I could, sir—I canna do mair.”
“O Doctor!” says I, “Sir, you'd much better stay, sir,
An' do what ye can for her—till she's quite gane!”
He plied her wi' physic, an that made her sae sick,
That in less than a month Nannie graned her last grane!
An' do what ye can for her—till she's quite gane!”
He plied her wi' physic, an that made her sae sick,
That in less than a month Nannie graned her last grane!
To the Doctor I handed twice what he demanded;
My friends a' advised me to marry again—
But quo' I, “I'll no marry again in a hurry,
For I canna forget my dear Nannie that's gane!”
My friends a' advised me to marry again—
But quo' I, “I'll no marry again in a hurry,
For I canna forget my dear Nannie that's gane!”
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