The Works of The Ettrick Shepherd Centenary Edition. With a Memoir of the Author, by the Rev. Thomas Thomson ... Poems and Life. With Many Illustrative Engravings [by James Hogg] |
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The Auld Highlandman.
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The Auld Highlandman.
Hersel pe auchty years an' twa,
Te twenty-tird o' May, man;
She twell amang te Hielan hills,
Ayont the rifer Spey, man.
Tat year tey foucht the Sherra-muir,
She first peheld te licht, man:
Tey shot my father in tat stoure—
A plaguit, vexin' spite, man.
Te twenty-tird o' May, man;
She twell amang te Hielan hills,
Ayont the rifer Spey, man.
Tat year tey foucht the Sherra-muir,
She first peheld te licht, man:
Tey shot my father in tat stoure—
A plaguit, vexin' spite, man.
I've feucht in Scotland here at hame,
In France and Shermanie, man;
And cot tree tespurt pluddy oons,
Beyond te 'Lantic sea, man:
But wae licht on te nasty gun,
Tat ever she pe porn, man;
While coot klymore te tristle gaird,
Her leaves pe never torn, man.
In France and Shermanie, man;
And cot tree tespurt pluddy oons,
Beyond te 'Lantic sea, man:
But wae licht on te nasty gun,
Tat ever she pe porn, man;
While coot klymore te tristle gaird,
Her leaves pe never torn, man.
Ae tay I shot, and shot, and shot,
Whane'er it cam my turn, man;
Put a' te force tat I could gie,
Te powter wadna purn, man.
A filty loun cam wi' his gun,
Resolvt to too me harm, man:
And wi' te tirk upon her nose
Ke me a pluddy arm, man.
Whane'er it cam my turn, man;
Put a' te force tat I could gie,
Te powter wadna purn, man.
A filty loun cam wi' his gun,
Resolvt to too me harm, man:
And wi' te tirk upon her nose
Ke me a pluddy arm, man.
I flang my gun wi' a' my micht,
And felt his nepour teit, man;
Tan drew my swort, and at a straik
Hewt aff te haf o's heit, man.
Be vain to tell o' a' my tricks:
My oons pe nae tiscrace, man:
Ter no pe yin pehint my back,
Ter a' pefor my face, man.
And felt his nepour teit, man;
Tan drew my swort, and at a straik
Hewt aff te haf o's heit, man.
Be vain to tell o' a' my tricks:
My oons pe nae tiscrace, man:
Ter no pe yin pehint my back,
Ter a' pefor my face, man.
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