Stray Leaves from the Portfolios of Alisander the Seer, Andrew Whaup, and Humphrey Henkeckle Edited by Alexander Rodger |
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A PIOUS WAILING,
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A PIOUS WAILING,
AS WAILED BY THE YIRL O' GABERDEEN, OWRE THE MISFORTUNES O' HIS DEARLY-BELOVED DESPOT, DONALD M'GILL, (DON MIGUEL.)
O, what will become of poor Donald M`Gill?
O, what will become of poor Donald M`Gill?
He has lost the braw seat he sae doucely did fill,
And a vagabond life leads poor Donald M`Gill.
O, what will become of poor Donald M`Gill?
He has lost the braw seat he sae doucely did fill,
And a vagabond life leads poor Donald M`Gill.
Now a wandering outcast, he gangs here and there,
Wi' his brogues sadly torn, an' his hurdies half bare,
Right glad o' a bite, or a drink o' sma' yill,
For clung is the kyte o' poor Donald M`Gill.
Wi' his brogues sadly torn, an' his hurdies half bare,
Right glad o' a bite, or a drink o' sma' yill,
For clung is the kyte o' poor Donald M`Gill.
O, what will become, &c.
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'Mang decent folk, now, he can scarce show his face,
While a young glaikit lassie loups into his place;
Nae wonder he taks it confoundedly ill,
To be treated sae rudely—poor Donald M`Gill.
While a young glaikit lassie loups into his place;
Nae wonder he taks it confoundedly ill,
To be treated sae rudely—poor Donald M`Gill.
O, what will become, &c.
A few breekless billies, as bad as himsel',
Gang spulzieing wi' him owre mountain an' fell,
Wi' scarcely a morsel their bellies to fill,—
What a pitifu' pastime for Donald M`Gill.
Gang spulzieing wi' him owre mountain an' fell,
Wi' scarcely a morsel their bellies to fill,—
What a pitifu' pastime for Donald M`Gill.
O, what will become, &c.
The Battlings o' Bourmont—the prayers o' the Pope—
Hae lost a' their virtue, his fortunes to prop;
And the kind-hearted Tories, although they've the will,
Sma' help now can gie to poor Donald M`Gill.
Hae lost a' their virtue, his fortunes to prop;
And the kind-hearted Tories, although they've the will,
Sma' help now can gie to poor Donald M`Gill.
O, what will become, &c.
They've done what they could, and they still wad do mair,
To place him again in his ‘ain muckle chair;’
But his case is sae hopeless it maks their bluid chill,
To think on the fate o' poor Donald M`Gill.
To place him again in his ‘ain muckle chair;’
But his case is sae hopeless it maks their bluid chill,
To think on the fate o' poor Donald M`Gill.
O, what will become, &c.
O, wad Nick o' the North his assistance but gie,
We might yet get poor Donald propt up for a wee;
But while Louie's in league wi' that Tarry Tyke, Will,
There's a dowie look-out for poor Donald M`Gill.
We might yet get poor Donald propt up for a wee;
But while Louie's in league wi' that Tarry Tyke, Will,
There's a dowie look-out for poor Donald M`Gill.
O, what will become, &c.
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Confound a' your liberal opinions, we say;
Wi' us it is now the back half o' the day;
Our late goodly places, I fear, we'll ne'er fill,
And may soon be as needy as Donald M`Gill.
Wi' us it is now the back half o' the day;
Our late goodly places, I fear, we'll ne'er fill,
And may soon be as needy as Donald M`Gill.
O, what will become o' poor Donald M`Gill?
An' what will become o' poor Donald M`Gill?—
Come weel or come woe, he'll be dear to us still,
An' we'll share our last plack wi' poor Donald M`Gill.
An' what will become o' poor Donald M`Gill?—
Come weel or come woe, he'll be dear to us still,
An' we'll share our last plack wi' poor Donald M`Gill.
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