Poems, on sacred and other subjects and songs, humorous and sentimental: By the late William Watt. Third edition of the songs only--with additional songs |
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KATE DARYMPLE.
In a wee cot-house far across the muir,
Where peesweeps, plovers, and whaaps cry dreary,
There lived an auld maid for mony lang years,
Wham ne'er a wooer did e'er ca' dearie.
A lanely lass was Kate Darymple,
A thrifty quean was Kate Darymple;
Nae music, exceptin' the clear burnie's wimple,
Was heard round the dwellin' o' Kate Darymple.
Where peesweeps, plovers, and whaaps cry dreary,
There lived an auld maid for mony lang years,
Wham ne'er a wooer did e'er ca' dearie.
A lanely lass was Kate Darymple,
A thrifty quean was Kate Darymple;
Nae music, exceptin' the clear burnie's wimple,
Was heard round the dwellin' o' Kate Darymple.
Her face had a smack o' the gruesome and grim,
Whilk did frae the fash o' a' wooers defend her;
Her lang Roman nose nearly met wi' her chin,
That brang folk in min' o' the auld Witch o' Endor.
A weegle in her walk had Kate Darymple,
A sneevil in her talk had Kate Darymple;
And mony a cornelian and cairngorm pimple
Did bleeze on the dun face o' Kate Darymple.
Whilk did frae the fash o' a' wooers defend her;
Her lang Roman nose nearly met wi' her chin,
That brang folk in min' o' the auld Witch o' Endor.
A weegle in her walk had Kate Darymple,
A sneevil in her talk had Kate Darymple;
And mony a cornelian and cairngorm pimple
Did bleeze on the dun face o' Kate Darymple.
She span tarry woo' the hale winter through,
For Kate ne'er was lazy, but eident and thrifty;
She wrought 'mang the peats, coil'd the hay, shore the corn,
And supported hersel' by her ain hard shift aye.
But ne'er a lover cam' to Kate Darymple,
For beauty and tocher wanted Kate Darymple;
Unheeded was the quean by baith gentle and simple,
A blank in the warld seem'd poor Kate Darymple.
For Kate ne'er was lazy, but eident and thrifty;
She wrought 'mang the peats, coil'd the hay, shore the corn,
And supported hersel' by her ain hard shift aye.
But ne'er a lover cam' to Kate Darymple,
For beauty and tocher wanted Kate Darymple;
Unheeded was the quean by baith gentle and simple,
A blank in the warld seem'd poor Kate Darymple.
But mony are the ups and the downs in life,
When the dice-box o' fate's jumbled a' tapsalteerie;
Sae Kate fell heiress to a friend's hale estate,
And nae langer for lovers had she cause to weary.
The Squire cam' a-wooing soon o' Kate Darymple,
The Priest, scrapin', bowin', fan' out Kate Darymple;
And on ilk wooer's face was seen love's smiling dimple,
And now she's nae mair Kate—but Miss Darymple.
When the dice-box o' fate's jumbled a' tapsalteerie;
Sae Kate fell heiress to a friend's hale estate,
And nae langer for lovers had she cause to weary.
The Squire cam' a-wooing soon o' Kate Darymple,
The Priest, scrapin', bowin', fan' out Kate Darymple;
And on ilk wooer's face was seen love's smiling dimple,
And now she's nae mair Kate—but Miss Darymple.
Her auld currystool, that she used at her wheel,
Is flung by for the saft gilded sofa sae gaudy;
And now she's array'd in her silks and brocade,
And can brank now for ruffs and muffs wi' ony lady.
Still an unco fash to Kate Darymple,
Was dressing and party clash to Kate Darymple;
She thought a half-marow, bred in line mair simple,
Wad be a far fitter match for Kate Darymple.
Is flung by for the saft gilded sofa sae gaudy;
And now she's array'd in her silks and brocade,
And can brank now for ruffs and muffs wi' ony lady.
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Was dressing and party clash to Kate Darymple;
She thought a half-marow, bred in line mair simple,
Wad be a far fitter match for Kate Darymple.
She aftentimes thocht, when she dwelt by hersel',
She could wed Willie Speedyspool the sarkin weaver;
And now to the wabster she the secret did tell,
And for love or for int'rest, Will did kindly receive her.
He flang by his heddles soon for Kate Darymple,
He brunt a' his treddles doun for Kate Darymple;
Though his right e'e doth skellie, and his left leg doth limp ill,
He's wedded to, and bedded now wi' Kate Darymple.
She could wed Willie Speedyspool the sarkin weaver;
And now to the wabster she the secret did tell,
And for love or for int'rest, Will did kindly receive her.
He flang by his heddles soon for Kate Darymple,
He brunt a' his treddles doun for Kate Darymple;
Though his right e'e doth skellie, and his left leg doth limp ill,
He's wedded to, and bedded now wi' Kate Darymple.
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