The collected writings of Dougal Graham "Skellat" Bellman of Glasgow: edited with notes: Together with a Biographical and Bibliographical Introduction, and a Sketch of the Chap Literature of Scotland: by George MacGregor: In two volumes |
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TUGAL M'TAGGER.
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Would you'll know me, my name it is Tugal M'Tagger,
She'll brought hersel' down frae the braes o' Lochaber,
To learn her nainsel' to be praw haberdabber,
Or fine linen-draber, the tane or the twa.
She'll brought hersel' down frae the braes o' Lochaber,
To learn her nainsel' to be praw haberdabber,
Or fine linen-draber, the tane or the twa.
She'll being a stranger, she'll look very shy-like:
She's no weel acquaint wi' your laigh kintra dialect;
But hoogh! never heed, she's got plenty o' Gaelic—
She comes frae ta house at the fit o' Glendoo.
She's no weel acquaint wi' your laigh kintra dialect;
But hoogh! never heed, she's got plenty o' Gaelic—
She comes frae ta house at the fit o' Glendoo.
But her kilt she'll exchange for ta praw tandy trowser,
An' she'll learn to ta lady to scrap an' to pow, sir,
An' say to ta shentlemans—How did you'll do, sir?
An' ten she'll forget her poor friens at Glendoo.
An' she'll learn to ta lady to scrap an' to pow, sir,
An' say to ta shentlemans—How did you'll do, sir?
An' ten she'll forget her poor friens at Glendoo.
An' when she'll pe spoket the laigh kintra jabber,
She'll gi'e hersel' out for ta Laird o' Lochaber,
Shust come for amusements to turn haberdabber,
For tat will pe prawer tan herding ta cow.
She'll gi'e hersel' out for ta Laird o' Lochaber,
Shust come for amusements to turn haberdabber,
For tat will pe prawer tan herding ta cow.
She'll got a big shop, an' she'll turn'd a big dealer;
She was caution hersel', for they'll no sought no bailer,
But Tugal M'Tagger hersel' mak's a failure—
They'll call her a bankrumpt, a trade she'll not know.
She was caution hersel', for they'll no sought no bailer,
But Tugal M'Tagger hersel' mak's a failure—
They'll call her a bankrumpt, a trade she'll not know.
They'll called a great meeting, she'll look very quate now,
She'll fain win awa', but they'll tell her to wait now;
They'll spoket a lang time, 'pout a great estate now:
She'll thocht that they'll thocht her the laird o' Glendoo.
She'll fain win awa', but they'll tell her to wait now;
They'll spoket a lang time, 'pout a great estate now:
She'll thocht that they'll thocht her the laird o' Glendoo.
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They'll wrote a long while about a trust deeder,
She'll no write a word, for hersel' couldna read her,
They'll sought compongzition, hoogh, hoogh, never heed her—
There's no sic a word 'mang the hills o' Glendoo.
She'll no write a word, for hersel' couldna read her,
They'll sought compongzition, hoogh, hoogh, never heed her—
There's no sic a word 'mang the hills o' Glendoo.
But had she her durk, hersel' would devour them,
They'll put her in jail when she'll stood there before them;
But faith she'll got out on a hashimanorum,
And now she's as free as the win's on Glendoo.
They'll put her in jail when she'll stood there before them;
But faith she'll got out on a hashimanorum,
And now she's as free as the win's on Glendoo.
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