The songs and poems of Robert Tannahill With biography, illustrations, and music |
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YE WOOER LADS WHA GREET AND GRANE.
Ye wooer lads wha greet and grane,
Wha preach and fleech, and mak' a mane,
An' pine yoursel's to skin and bane,
Come a' to Callum Brogach.
I 'll learn you here the only art
To win a bonnie lassie's heart—
Just tip wi' gowd Love's siller dart,
Like dainty Callum Brogach.
Wha preach and fleech, and mak' a mane,
An' pine yoursel's to skin and bane,
Come a' to Callum Brogach.
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To win a bonnie lassie's heart—
Just tip wi' gowd Love's siller dart,
Like dainty Callum Brogach.
I ca'd her aye my sonsie doo,
The fairest flower that e'er I knew;
Yet, like a souple spankie grew,
She fled frae Callum Brogach.
But soon's she heard the guinea ring,
She turn'd as I had been a king,
Wi'—“Tak' my hand or ony thing,
Dear, dainty Callum Brogach!”
The fairest flower that e'er I knew;
Yet, like a souple spankie grew,
She fled frae Callum Brogach.
But soon's she heard the guinea ring,
She turn'd as I had been a king,
Wi'—“Tak' my hand or ony thing,
Dear, dainty Callum Brogach!”
It 's gowd can mak' the blind to see,
Can bring respect where nane wad be,
And Cupid ne'er shall want his fee
Frae dainty Callum Brogach.
Nae mair wi' greetin' blin' your een,
Nae mair wi' sighin' warm the win',
But hire the gettlin for your frien',
Like dainty Callum Brogach.
Can bring respect where nane wad be,
And Cupid ne'er shall want his fee
Frae dainty Callum Brogach.
Nae mair wi' greetin' blin' your een,
Nae mair wi' sighin' warm the win',
But hire the gettlin for your frien',
Like dainty Callum Brogach.
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