The Works of The Ettrick Shepherd Centenary Edition. With a Memoir of the Author, by the Rev. Thomas Thomson ... Poems and Life. With Many Illustrative Engravings [by James Hogg] |
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John of Brackadale.
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John of Brackadale.
Came ye o'er by Moravich?
Saw ye John of Brackadale?
At his nose a siller quaich,
At his knee a water pail.
Copper nose and haffets gray,
Bald head and bosom hale,
John has drunken usquebae,
Mair than a' Loch Brackadale.
Hey John! ho John!
Hey John of Brackadale!
Saw ye John of Brackadale?
At his nose a siller quaich,
At his knee a water pail.
Copper nose and haffets gray,
Bald head and bosom hale,
John has drunken usquebae,
Mair than a' Loch Brackadale.
Hey John! ho John!
Hey John of Brackadale!
Hey John! ho John!
Waes me gin ye should fail,
Auld John, bauld John,
Brave John of Brackadale!
Waes me gin ye should fail,
Auld John, bauld John,
Brave John of Brackadale!
But John will wear away,
And the weary usquebae
Will grow cheaper by a third
When they delve him in the yird.
Oh, the gay hearts at Portree
Will lament sair for thee!
And I mysel' raise sic a wail
A' the rocks of Skye shall peal!
Hey John! ho John! &c.
And the weary usquebae
Will grow cheaper by a third
When they delve him in the yird.
Oh, the gay hearts at Portree
Will lament sair for thee!
And I mysel' raise sic a wail
A' the rocks of Skye shall peal!
Hey John! ho John! &c.
In a subsequent edition the concluding verse runs thus:—
Sic a carle, to wear away,
An' lye down quiet in the yird,
Just when the glorious usquebae
Is growing cheaper by a third—
It winna do—I'll no believe it,
For ne'er was carle sae blithe an' hale:
Then hey for routh o' barley bree,
An' brave John o' Brackadale.
An' lye down quiet in the yird,
Just when the glorious usquebae
Is growing cheaper by a third—
It winna do—I'll no believe it,
For ne'er was carle sae blithe an' hale:
Then hey for routh o' barley bree,
An' brave John o' Brackadale.
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