The songs and poems of Robert Tannahill With biography, illustrations, and music |
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AND WERE YE AT DUNTOCHER BURN? |
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AND WERE YE AT DUNTOCHER BURN?
And were ye at Duntocher burn?
And did ye see them a', man?
And how's my wifie and the bairns?
I ha'e been lang awa', man.
This hedger wark's a weary trade,
It doesna suit ava, man;
Wi' lanely house and lanely bed
My comforts are but sma', man.
And did ye see them a', man?
And how's my wifie and the bairns?
I ha'e been lang awa', man.
This hedger wark's a weary trade,
It doesna suit ava, man;
Wi' lanely house and lanely bed
My comforts are but sma', man.
And how's wee Sandy, Pate, and Tam?
Sit down and tak' your blaw, man;
Fey, lassie, rin, fetch in a dram,
To treat my friend, John Lamon.
For ilka plack ye 've gi'en to mine,
Your callans shall get twa, man;
O were my heels as light's my heart,
I soon wad see them a', man.
Sit down and tak' your blaw, man;
Fey, lassie, rin, fetch in a dram,
To treat my friend, John Lamon.
For ilka plack ye 've gi'en to mine,
Your callans shall get twa, man;
O were my heels as light's my heart,
I soon wad see them a', man.
My blessing on her kindly heart,
She likes to see me braw, man;
She 's darned my hose, and bleached my sarks
As white's the driven snaw, man.
And ere the winds o' Martinmas
Sough through the scroggie shaw, man,
I 'll lift my weel-hain'd penny fee,
And gang and see them a', man.
She likes to see me braw, man;
She 's darned my hose, and bleached my sarks
As white's the driven snaw, man.
And ere the winds o' Martinmas
Sough through the scroggie shaw, man,
I 'll lift my weel-hain'd penny fee,
And gang and see them a', man.
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