Poems, on sacred and other subjects and songs, humorous and sentimental: By the late William Watt. Third edition of the songs only--with additional songs |
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ROBIN GLEN'S COURTSHIP. |
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ROBIN GLEN'S COURTSHIP.
Auld Robin Glen crap owre the style
To clatter an hour wi' blithe Nepple Lyle;
The carlin leugh as he doitit ben,
Thinkin' love had come back to the lan' again.
He frae his bonnet shook aff the snaw,
And hang his plaid on a knag at the wa',
Syne in the big-chair, by the ingle's smile,
He his gloamin-shot took aside Nepple Lyle.
To clatter an hour wi' blithe Nepple Lyle;
The carlin leugh as he doitit ben,
Thinkin' love had come back to the lan' again.
He frae his bonnet shook aff the snaw,
And hang his plaid on a knag at the wa',
Syne in the big-chair, by the ingle's smile,
He his gloamin-shot took aside Nepple Lyle.
The crack gaed on 'bout the uncos roun',
That happen'd o' late in kintra and toun;
At length the kimmer, wi' paukie maen,
Said “Robin, ye'll now be e'en dull your lane.”
“Ay, ay,”, quo' Robin, wi' tearfu' e'e,
“It's now twal' simmers sin' Mirren did die,
And ilk o' my dochter's, as chance befell,
Has left her auld father, to please hersel'.
That happen'd o' late in kintra and toun;
At length the kimmer, wi' paukie maen,
Said “Robin, ye'll now be e'en dull your lane.”
“Ay, ay,”, quo' Robin, wi' tearfu' e'e,
“It's now twal' simmers sin' Mirren did die,
And ilk o' my dochter's, as chance befell,
Has left her auld father, to please hersel'.
“Our Bell, the youngest o' aucht, yestreen,
Was beukit, although she's jimply fifteen;
And now, when left by my hindmost wean,
I'm min'd no to sit like an owl my lane.
Gin ye'll consent, we'll creep thegither,
And live fu' happy wi' ane anither;
There's nae man's marrow, in a' the isle,
Sal be beiner or blyther than Nepple Lyle!”
Was beukit, although she's jimply fifteen;
And now, when left by my hindmost wean,
I'm min'd no to sit like an owl my lane.
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And live fu' happy wi' ane anither;
There's nae man's marrow, in a' the isle,
Sal be beiner or blyther than Nepple Lyle!”
“Indeed,” quo' Nepps, “I'll ne'er say nay,
My han' and my heart ye frankly sal hae;
Your baith a man o' means and o' mense,
O' flawless conduct, and sterlin' sense.”
“Settled,” quo' Robin, “there's my neive;
Ye happy sal be as lang as I live;
I'se let my thouchtless dochter Bell
See, I hae got matchin' as soon's hersel'!”
My han' and my heart ye frankly sal hae;
Your baith a man o' means and o' mense,
O' flawless conduct, and sterlin' sense.”
“Settled,” quo' Robin, “there's my neive;
Ye happy sal be as lang as I live;
I'se let my thouchtless dochter Bell
See, I hae got matchin' as soon's hersel'!”
He to the dominie's toddled straucht,
And, ere they parted, o' swats took a waucht;
Neist day ilk ane in the kirk did smile,
When Robin was twice cried to Nepple Lyle.
A canty bridal the hale toun gat,
They feasted and danced till they rifted and swat,
And ne'er a kimmer in Carrick or Kyle
Gat a better down-sittin' than Nepple Lyle.
And, ere they parted, o' swats took a waucht;
Neist day ilk ane in the kirk did smile,
When Robin was twice cried to Nepple Lyle.
A canty bridal the hale toun gat,
They feasted and danced till they rifted and swat,
And ne'er a kimmer in Carrick or Kyle
Gat a better down-sittin' than Nepple Lyle.
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