 | Songs and poems(1866) |  |
IT'S WRANG INDEED NOW, JENNY.
It's wrang indeed now, Jenny, quite,
To spoil a lad sae rare;
The games that yence were his delight,
Peer Jacky minds nae mair.
To spoil a lad sae rare;
The games that yence were his delight,
Peer Jacky minds nae mair.
Nae mair he cracks the leave o'th' green,
The cleverest far abuin;
But lakes at wait-not-whats within,
Aw Sunday efter-nuin.
The cleverest far abuin;
But lakes at wait-not-whats within,
Aw Sunday efter-nuin.
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Nae mair i'th' nights thro' woods he leads,
To treace the wand'ring brock;
But sits i'th' nuik and nought else heeds,
But Jenny and her rock.
To treace the wand'ring brock;
But sits i'th' nuik and nought else heeds,
But Jenny and her rock.
Thus Hercules, that ballats say,
Made parlish monsters stoop;
Flang his great mickle club away,
And tuik a spinnel up.
Made parlish monsters stoop;
Flang his great mickle club away,
And tuik a spinnel up.
| Songs and poems(1866) | |