Stray Leaves from the Portfolios of Alisander the Seer, Andrew Whaup, and Humphrey Henkeckle Edited by Alexander Rodger |
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‘THE REEL O' BOGIE.’
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 | Stray Leaves from the Portfolios of Alisander the Seer, Andrew Whaup, and Humphrey Henkeckle |  |
‘THE REEL O' BOGIE.’
AS DANCED BY THE REV. DR CHALMERS, THE REV. MESSRS. CUNNINGHAM, CANDLISH, AND GORDON.
DEDICATED (WITHOUT PERMISSION) TO THEIR REVERENCES, BY
HUMPHREY HENKECKLE, EGG-CADGER.
There's sour kail in Aberdeen—
Het water in Strathbogie—
Dunkeld is rinning red-wud clean,
And a' about the cogie.
The cogie O! the cogie O!
The Kirk's capacious cogie;
O waesuck, sirs, the vera girs
They're riving aff her cogie.
Parody on Old Song.
Het water in Strathbogie—
Dunkeld is rinning red-wud clean,
And a' about the cogie.
The cogie O! the cogie O!
The Kirk's capacious cogie;
O waesuck, sirs, the vera girs
They're riving aff her cogie.
Parody on Old Song.
Weel done, dear Doctor, that's the thing,
Wow, but you're skeigh and vogie!
Come, wheel about, and gie's a fling,
At this new ‘Reel o' Bogie.’
While Ritchie thrums his fiddle-string,
(That Voluntary roguie,)
Mak' wowf wee Candlish round you swing,
To ‘Bannocks in Strathbogie.’
Wow, but you're skeigh and vogie!
Come, wheel about, and gie's a fling,
At this new ‘Reel o' Bogie.’
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(That Voluntary roguie,)
Mak' wowf wee Candlish round you swing,
To ‘Bannocks in Strathbogie.’
My certie! but ye link it weel,
Light louping, like a frogie,
Though whiles ye mak' an unco wheel,
As if ye were half groggy;
Sae meikle smeddum's in your heel,
Nae yirthly weight can clog ye—
Not even Nick can damp your zeal,
While at your ‘Reel o' Bogie.’
Light louping, like a frogie,
Though whiles ye mak' an unco wheel,
As if ye were half groggy;
Sae meikle smeddum's in your heel,
Nae yirthly weight can clog ye—
Not even Nick can damp your zeal,
While at your ‘Reel o' Bogie.’
‘Retract! no, not a single inch!’
Part rather wi' your cogie;
Nor let poor greeting Gordon flinch,
That terror-stricken doggie:
Gar Cunningham his hurdies pinch,
And gie his doup a brogie,
Till round he wheels, despite the Bench,
And joins your ‘Reel o' Bogie.’
Part rather wi' your cogie;
Nor let poor greeting Gordon flinch,
That terror-stricken doggie:
Gar Cunningham his hurdies pinch,
And gie his doup a brogie,
Till round he wheels, despite the Bench,
And joins your ‘Reel o' Bogie.’
What! heed the Hope-ful President?
That gurly surly fogie,
Haud out—the carle may yet relent,
And whisk you past Strathbogie.
Or should you by his breath be sent
To martyrdom's kiln-logie,
Even there, ‘retract not,’ nor repent,
Of your rare ‘Reel o' Bogie.’
That gurly surly fogie,
Haud out—the carle may yet relent,
And whisk you past Strathbogie.
Or should you by his breath be sent
To martyrdom's kiln-logie,
Even there, ‘retract not,’ nor repent,
Of your rare ‘Reel o' Bogie.’
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But lift your voice, and do not spare
Ilk vile ‘intruding’ roguie,
Wha'd mount up by the Auld Back Stair,
Like some folk in Strathbogie.
And keep an e'e on Glasgow Chair,
Whilk yields a dainty cogie:
O rare to see you wheeling there,
Your darling ‘Reel o' Bogie.’
Ilk vile ‘intruding’ roguie,
Wha'd mount up by the Auld Back Stair,
Like some folk in Strathbogie.
And keep an e'e on Glasgow Chair,
Whilk yields a dainty cogie:
O rare to see you wheeling there,
Your darling ‘Reel o' Bogie.’
Even should the Kirk's horizon lour,
Wi' clouds baith mirk and foggy,
Ne'er quail to ony yirthly power,
Like crouching coward doggie;
But help her in her trying hour,
To keep her weel-filled cogie,
Till rampant a' the Queendom owre,
She loups your ‘Reel o' Bogie.’
Wi' clouds baith mirk and foggy,
Ne'er quail to ony yirthly power,
Like crouching coward doggie;
But help her in her trying hour,
To keep her weel-filled cogie,
Till rampant a' the Queendom owre,
She loups your ‘Reel o' Bogie.’
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