The Poetry of Robert Burns Edited by William Ernest Henley and Thomas F. Henderson |
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O, AN YE WERE DEAD, GUIDMAN |
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O, AN YE WERE DEAD, GUIDMAN
Chorus
Sing, round about the fire wi' a rung she ran,An'round about the fire wi' a rung she ran:—
‘Your horns shall tie you to the staw,
An' I shall bang your hide, guidman!’
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O, an ye were dead, guidman,A green turf on your head, guidman!
I wad bestow my widowhood
Upon a rantin Highlandman!
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II
There's sax eggs in the pan, guidman,There's sax eggs in the pan, guidman:
There's ane to you, and twa to me,
And three to our John Highlandman!
III
A sheep-head's in the pot, guidman,A sheep-head's in the pot, guidman:
The flesh to him, the broo to me,
An' the horns become your brow, guidman!
Chorus
Sing, round about the fire wi' a rung she ran,An'round about the fire wi' a rung she ran:—
‘Your horns shall tie you to the staw,
An' I shall bang your hide, guidman!’
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