Life and Songs of the Baroness Nairne With a Memoir and Poems of Caroline Oliphant the Younger: Edited by the Rev. Charles Rogers ... With a Portrait and Other Illustrations |
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WHEN FIRST I GOT MARRIED. |
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WHEN FIRST I GOT MARRIED.
When first that I got married,
A happy man to be;
My wife turn'd out a very cross,
We never could agree;
And what I thought my greatest bliss,
Was grief without compare;
For all that I can say or do,
She's mine for evermair.
And she's aye plaguing me,
She's aye plaguing me,
And she's aye plaguing me,
She winna let me be.
A happy man to be;
My wife turn'd out a very cross,
We never could agree;
And what I thought my greatest bliss,
Was grief without compare;
For all that I can say or do,
She's mine for evermair.
And she's aye plaguing me,
She's aye plaguing me,
And she's aye plaguing me,
She winna let me be.
For the first week or something mair,
A bonny thing she was;
But ere the second Sunday came,
She made me cry alas!
Alas! alas! I often cry,
It's needless here to tell;
For what's the cause of all my grief,
Fu' weel she kens hersel'.
For she's aye plaguing me, &c.
A bonny thing she was;
But ere the second Sunday came,
She made me cry alas!
Alas! alas! I often cry,
It's needless here to tell;
For what's the cause of all my grief,
Fu' weel she kens hersel'.
For she's aye plaguing me, &c.
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I daurna ca' the house my ain,
Or ony thing that's in't,
For if I chance to speak a word,
She flies like fire from flint;
An' when her barley ends are on,
Which often is the case,
The very first thing that she gets,
She dashes in my face.
And she's aye dashing me, &c.
Or ony thing that's in't,
For if I chance to speak a word,
She flies like fire from flint;
An' when her barley ends are on,
Which often is the case,
The very first thing that she gets,
She dashes in my face.
And she's aye dashing me, &c.
When I am for merriment,
She dowie is an' sad;
And when I am for soberness,
She gangs distracted mad.
When I am in a speaking mood,
She silent sits and dumb;
And when I wish for silence,
She rattles like a drum.
For she's aye drummin' me, &c.
She dowie is an' sad;
And when I am for soberness,
She gangs distracted mad.
When I am in a speaking mood,
She silent sits and dumb;
And when I wish for silence,
She rattles like a drum.
For she's aye drummin' me, &c.
Oh, marriage is a paradise,
As I have heard folk tell,
But it's been to me, from first to last,
A purgatory fell;
Yet I hae ae comfort left,
Ae comfort, an' nae mair,
The pains o' death will break my bonds,
And bury a' my care.
And she'll sune bury me,
She'll sune bury me,
She'll sune bury me,
An' then she'll let me be.
As I have heard folk tell,
But it's been to me, from first to last,
A purgatory fell;
Yet I hae ae comfort left,
Ae comfort, an' nae mair,
The pains o' death will break my bonds,
And bury a' my care.
And she'll sune bury me,
She'll sune bury me,
She'll sune bury me,
An' then she'll let me be.
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