Willie Winkie and Other Songs and Poems By William Miller: Edited, with an Introduction by Robert Ford |
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TO WILLIE MILLER.
My ain sib sangster, Willie Winkie,
The creonin' gem o' “Whistle-Binkie,”
Whilk to our leal Scotch bosoms link ye,
And mak' ye dear,
To a' wha feel your hamely clinky
Grip heart an' ear.
The creonin' gem o' “Whistle-Binkie,”
Whilk to our leal Scotch bosoms link ye,
And mak' ye dear,
To a' wha feel your hamely clinky
Grip heart an' ear.
I've been awa frae hame till now,
Or wadna I gien you a rowe
For raisin' sic a wurriecowe
In Auld Ark Lane,
And me no there, your cakes to chowe,
Your mugs to drain.
Or wadna I gien you a rowe
For raisin' sic a wurriecowe
In Auld Ark Lane,
And me no there, your cakes to chowe,
Your mugs to drain.
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Had I but kenned ye wanted me
To join ye in your social spree,
Losh, man, owre a' the kingdoms three
I wad hae loupit,
To come and pledge to “thine and thee,”
Till owre I coupit.
To join ye in your social spree,
Losh, man, owre a' the kingdoms three
I wad hae loupit,
To come and pledge to “thine and thee,”
Till owre I coupit.
Sae mind, neist time, mak' nae sic muddle,
But summon me to share your fuddle,
And Scotland wi' me in may toddle
Your maut to pree,
And tell how wives and weanies cuddle
Baith you and me.
But summon me to share your fuddle,
And Scotland wi' me in may toddle
Your maut to pree,
And tell how wives and weanies cuddle
Baith you and me.
James Ballantine. Edinburgh, 6th May, 1872.
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