Poems and Songs By Robert Gilfillan. Fourth edition. With memoir of the author, and appendix of his latest pieces |
I COURTED MAGGIE MONY A DAY. |
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I COURTED MAGGIE MONY A DAY.
I courted Maggie mony a day,
To tell how lang, I'd weary, O;
But ne'er a word wad Maggie say—
She wadna be my deary, O.
To tell how lang, I'd weary, O;
But ne'er a word wad Maggie say—
She wadna be my deary, O.
But, O! her smile, her bonnie smile,
Though she'd na speak, it spak again;
Though she wad say—Gae, bide away,
It bade me aye come back again!
Though she'd na speak, it spak again;
Though she wad say—Gae, bide away,
It bade me aye come back again!
I pat a saxpence in my pouch,
To mak me crouse an' cheery, O,
But Maggie's heart nae words could touch—
She wadna be my deary, O.
To mak me crouse an' cheery, O,
But Maggie's heart nae words could touch—
She wadna be my deary, O.
But, O! her smile, &c.
I pat the yill cap to my head,
An' took anither smack again;
Quo' I—“O! Mag, ye'se be my dead!”
“Yes,” quo' she, “come ye back again!”
An' took anither smack again;
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“Yes,” quo' she, “come ye back again!”
But, O! her smile, &c.
She laid a kebbuck on the board,
But fient a knife my Maggie brang;
She then, wi' jeering scornfu' word,
Bade me sit in an' cut a whang!
But fient a knife my Maggie brang;
She then, wi' jeering scornfu' word,
Bade me sit in an' cut a whang!
But, O! her smile, &c.
She tried to gloom, but couldna gloom,
I syne grew bauld an' spak again;
Quo' she—Gae, whistle on your thoum,
But, gudesake! come na back again!
I syne grew bauld an' spak again;
Quo' she—Gae, whistle on your thoum,
But, gudesake! come na back again!
But, O! her smile, &c.
But tauntin' word and woman's wile
Suld never mak a lover shy;
I've gained my Maggie's bonnie smile,
I've gained my Maggie's heart forbye!
Suld never mak a lover shy;
I've gained my Maggie's bonnie smile,
I've gained my Maggie's heart forbye!
For, O! her smile, her bonnie smile,
Though she'd na speak, it spak again;
Though she wad say—Gae, bide away,
It bade me aye come back again!
Though she'd na speak, it spak again;
Though she wad say—Gae, bide away,
It bade me aye come back again!
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