Stray Leaves from the Portfolios of Alisander the Seer, Andrew Whaup, and Humphrey Henkeckle Edited by Alexander Rodger |
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THE DIVINITY CHAIR. |
 | Stray Leaves from the Portfolios of Alisander the Seer, Andrew Whaup, and Humphrey Henkeckle |  |
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THE DIVINITY CHAIR.
Ah Tam, Ah Tam, thou'st got thy fairin',
Thou thought'st to sit the Glasgow Chair in;
In vain thy Clique await thy comin'—
That Chair thou ne'er shalt set thy bum in.
Not Robert Burns.
Thou thought'st to sit the Glasgow Chair in;
In vain thy Clique await thy comin'—
That Chair thou ne'er shalt set thy bum in.
Not Robert Burns.
O whare hast thou a-wandering been,
Our boy Tammy?
We've miss'd thee sair baith morn and e'en,
Our boy Tammy.
I've been out owre Strathbogie braes,
Where godless flocks wild wandering graze,
To win them frae their wilfu' ways,
Back to their honoured Mammy.
Our boy Tammy?
We've miss'd thee sair baith morn and e'en,
Our boy Tammy.
I've been out owre Strathbogie braes,
Where godless flocks wild wandering graze,
To win them frae their wilfu' ways,
Back to their honoured Mammy.
Then tell us how did'st thou succeed,
Our boy Tammy,
Wi' that camstrairy graceless breed,
Our boy Tammy?
Indeed, gin I the truth maun tell,
They still rin mad owre muir and fell,
Determined ever to rebel
Against their rev'rend Mammy.
Our boy Tammy,
Wi' that camstrairy graceless breed,
Our boy Tammy?
Indeed, gin I the truth maun tell,
They still rin mad owre muir and fell,
Determined ever to rebel
Against their rev'rend Mammy.
How shall we treat those brutes sae bauld,
Our boy Tammy;
To bring them back into the fauld,
Our boy Tammy?
Just shake them owre the Brumstane Pit,
As lang and sair as we are fit,
Till ilka cloot o' them submit,
And turn again to Mammy.
Our boy Tammy;
To bring them back into the fauld,
Our boy Tammy?
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As lang and sair as we are fit,
Till ilka cloot o' them submit,
And turn again to Mammy.
But tell us, hast thou lost the Chair,
Our boy Tammy;
For a' thy wheeling, pains, and care,
Our boy Tammy?
Alas, alas! the tale's owre true,
Confound the graceless Glasgow crew!
Wi' me they wad hae nought to do,
For a' my wheels for Mammy.
Our boy Tammy;
For a' thy wheeling, pains, and care,
Our boy Tammy?
Alas, alas! the tale's owre true,
Confound the graceless Glasgow crew!
Wi' me they wad hae nought to do,
For a' my wheels for Mammy.
But as thou bitterly maun feel,
Our boy Tammy,
Wilt thou still lilt the Bogie Reel,
Our boy Tammy?
Yes, yes,—until the day I dee,
That reel shall aye be flung by me,
Ay—twenty thousand wheels I'll gie,
To help the Kirk—our Mammy.
Our boy Tammy,
Wilt thou still lilt the Bogie Reel,
Our boy Tammy?
Yes, yes,—until the day I dee,
That reel shall aye be flung by me,
Ay—twenty thousand wheels I'll gie,
To help the Kirk—our Mammy.
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