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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AIKIN DRUM.
There liv'd a man in our toun,
In our toun, in our toun,
There liv'd a man in our toun,
And they ca'd him Aikin Drum.
And he wad be a soger,
A soger, a soger,
And he wad be a soger,
And they ca'd him Aikin Drum.
In our toun, in our toun,
There liv'd a man in our toun,
And they ca'd him Aikin Drum.
And he wad be a soger,
A soger, a soger,
And he wad be a soger,
And they ca'd him Aikin Drum.
And his coat was o' the gude saut meat,
The gude saut meat, the gude saut meat,
And a waistcoat o' the haggis-bag
Aye wore Aikin Drum.
O the gude lang kail, and the Atholl brose,
Aye they made his trews and hose;
And he luiket weel, as ye may suppose,
And his name was Aikin Drum.
The gude saut meat, the gude saut meat,
And a waistcoat o' the haggis-bag
Aye wore Aikin Drum.
O the gude lang kail, and the Atholl brose,
Aye they made his trews and hose;
And he luiket weel, as ye may suppose,
And his name was Aikin Drum.
And his bannet was made o' pye crust,
O' pye crust, o' pye crust,
And his bannet was made o' pye crust,
Built baith thick an' roun'.
And he played upon a razor,
A razor, a razor,
And he played upon a razor,
And while's upon the kame.
O' pye crust, o' pye crust,
And his bannet was made o' pye crust,
Built baith thick an' roun'.
And he played upon a razor,
A razor, a razor,
And he played upon a razor,
And while's upon the kame.
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And he lov'd weel the crappit heads,
The crappit heads, and singet heads,
And he lov'd weel the crappit heads,
And singet heads an' a';
And he lov'd weel the ait cake,
The ait cake, the ait cake,
And he lov'd weel the ait cake,
An' scones and bannocks a'.
The crappit heads, and singet heads,
And he lov'd weel the crappit heads,
And singet heads an' a';
And he lov'd weel the ait cake,
The ait cake, the ait cake,
And he lov'd weel the ait cake,
An' scones and bannocks a'.
But, wae's me, he turned soger,
A soger, a soger,
But, wae's me! he turned soger,
And he was marched awa.
'Bout him the carles were gabbin',
For him the laddies sabbin',
nd a' the lassies greetin',
For Aikin Drum's awa.
A soger, a soger,
But, wae's me! he turned soger,
And he was marched awa.
'Bout him the carles were gabbin',
For him the laddies sabbin',
nd a' the lassies greetin',
For Aikin Drum's awa.
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