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Song.
[Oh! guess ye what the deil did]
Oh! guess ye what the deil did
When bonny May lay sleepin'?
He cam', an' wi' his gruesome lips,
Aboot her mou' kept cheepin'.
He tried to touch her dimpled chin,
An' owre her leer'd sae fainly;
She tried to rin an' make a din,
But tried, puir lassie, vainly.
When bonny May lay sleepin'?
He cam', an' wi' his gruesome lips,
Aboot her mou' kept cheepin'.
He tried to touch her dimpled chin,
An' owre her leer'd sae fainly;
She tried to rin an' make a din,
But tried, puir lassie, vainly.
“Oh! sweet's your mou',” the deil said
(The loon her mou' had pree'd na),
“An' fair's your face,” the deil said
(An' weel I wat he lee'd na).
“Doon mony a mile's my dreary ha',
An' joy we feast on scantly;
A maid sae rare would cheer us a'—
In faith, we canna want ye!”
(The loon her mou' had pree'd na),
“An' fair's your face,” the deil said
(An' weel I wat he lee'd na).
“Doon mony a mile's my dreary ha',
An' joy we feast on scantly;
A maid sae rare would cheer us a'—
In faith, we canna want ye!”
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“Put on your claes,” the deil said,
“I canna aye be waitin';
The lass that scorns a faithfu' lad
Maun e'en put up wi' Satan.”
She, greetin', rase and got her claes,
Her heart—his grin was breakin't;
“Come, come,” quoth he, “let's downward flee,”
And then she screeched and wakent.
“I canna aye be waitin';
The lass that scorns a faithfu' lad
Maun e'en put up wi' Satan.”
She, greetin', rase and got her claes,
Her heart—his grin was breakin't;
“Come, come,” quoth he, “let's downward flee,”
And then she screeched and wakent.
'Twas ae guid turn the deil did:
As soon as Sandy kent it—
“Dear May,” said he, “ye mine maun be,
Or ye'll some nicht repent it.”
And 'deed, against a plea sae fair
She never thocht o' threepin;
And gruesome clootie comes nae mair
To kiss her when she's sleepin'.
As soon as Sandy kent it—
“Dear May,” said he, “ye mine maun be,
Or ye'll some nicht repent it.”
And 'deed, against a plea sae fair
She never thocht o' threepin;
And gruesome clootie comes nae mair
To kiss her when she's sleepin'.
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