Ochil Idylls and Other Poems by Hugh Haliburton [i.e. J. L. Robertson] |
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THE CORN-YARD FU'.
The dreels are to lift,
An' the neeps are to pu',
But the crap's aff the field,
An' the corn-yard's fu';
The corn-yard's fu',
An' a bonnie sicht to see,—
It'll haud the winter winds
Fra my bairnies an' me.
An' the neeps are to pu',
But the crap's aff the field,
An' the corn-yard's fu';
The corn-yard's fu',
An' a bonnie sicht to see,—
It'll haud the winter winds
Fra my bairnies an' me.
The gudeman's pleased,
He looks aboot him noo,
Wi' a wecht aff his mind
An' the gloom aff his broo;
The gloom aff his broo,
An' he's franker an' free,
An' cracks i' the gloamin'
To the bairnies an' me.
He looks aboot him noo,
Wi' a wecht aff his mind
An' the gloom aff his broo;
The gloom aff his broo,
An' he's franker an' free,
An' cracks i' the gloamin'
To the bairnies an' me.
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The grieve's no sae canker'd,
The pipe's in his mou';
An' Mysie sings merrier
When milkin' the coo;
Milkin' the coo,
Or maskin' the tea,
She's no' half sae saucy
To the bairnies an' me.
The pipe's in his mou';
An' Mysie sings merrier
When milkin' the coo;
Milkin' the coo,
Or maskin' the tea,
She's no' half sae saucy
To the bairnies an' me.
O couthie looks the toun
When the stack-yard's fu',
An' the gudeman speaks
Wi' a smile on his mou';
A smile on his mou';
An' his leg on his knee.
It mak's a cosie hame
To the bairnies an' me!
When the stack-yard's fu',
An' the gudeman speaks
Wi' a smile on his mou';
A smile on his mou';
An' his leg on his knee.
It mak's a cosie hame
To the bairnies an' me!
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