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WHA'LL BUY MY LINTIES?
Scene.—The Marketplace—a Boy singing.
Wha'll buy my linties? grey linties and green,
And laverocks and gooldies, the brawest e'er seen;
They come from the woodlands, from meadow and muir,
And wha wadna buy them that heard them sing there?
And wha wadna buy them, &c.
And laverocks and gooldies, the brawest e'er seen;
They come from the woodlands, from meadow and muir,
And wha wadna buy them that heard them sing there?
And wha wadna buy them, &c.
I searched 'mang the bushes ere spring made them green,
In woods and on meadow ere blue-bell was seen;
I kenned the nests biggin', and ere my birds flew,
I ta'en them and fed them, and wha'll buy them noo?
I ta'en them and fed them, &c.
In woods and on meadow ere blue-bell was seen;
I kenned the nests biggin', and ere my birds flew,
I ta'en them and fed them, and wha'll buy them noo?
I ta'en them and fed them, &c.
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I saved my wee laverocks frae starling and craw,
The hawk frae my linties I frichtit awa';
And if the fell gowk could their nests hae won near,
I trow my braw gooldies wad ne'er hae been here.
I trow my braw gooldies, &c.
The hawk frae my linties I frichtit awa';
And if the fell gowk could their nests hae won near,
I trow my braw gooldies wad ne'er hae been here.
I trow my braw gooldies, &c.
At mornin' and e'enin' their sang ye will hear;
They'll sing in the daytime your labour to cheer;
You'll think, when ye hear them, o'meadow and muir,
Whare first my birds nestled, and wish ye were there,
Whare first my birds nestled, &c.
They'll sing in the daytime your labour to cheer;
You'll think, when ye hear them, o'meadow and muir,
Whare first my birds nestled, and wish ye were there,
Whare first my birds nestled, &c.
Nae peeries nor bools with their price will I buy;
If hame I maun take them, my mither will sigh,
And tears o'er her cheeks, while she clasps me, will steal;
But buy them, and mither will pray for your weal;
Oh, buy them, and mither will pray for your weal!
If hame I maun take them, my mither will sigh,
And tears o'er her cheeks, while she clasps me, will steal;
But buy them, and mither will pray for your weal;
Oh, buy them, and mither will pray for your weal!
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