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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GRIZZIL GRANGER.
Beyond the moss there lives a lass,
The flower o' a' this island,
Whase peerless smile each heart can wile
Frae Lowland lad or Highland.
Ye youths tak' tent, wha cross the bent,
Her look is certain danger,
Nane, wha e'er saw her, could withdraw
His heart frae Grizzil Granger.
The flower o' a' this island,
Whase peerless smile each heart can wile
Frae Lowland lad or Highland.
Ye youths tak' tent, wha cross the bent,
Her look is certain danger,
Nane, wha e'er saw her, could withdraw
His heart frae Grizzil Granger.
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She is the boast, the constant toast,
At every merry-meeting,
Though envy flings her vemon'd stings,
And hopeless love sits greeting.
The kirk's aye fou, in ilka pew,
Wi' denizen and stranger,
And een are crack'd, and necks are rack'd,
For views o' Grizzil Granger.
At every merry-meeting,
Though envy flings her vemon'd stings,
And hopeless love sits greeting.
The kirk's aye fou, in ilka pew,
Wi' denizen and stranger,
And een are crack'd, and necks are rack'd,
For views o' Grizzil Granger.
Her witching een and gracefu' mien
Set a' their nerves a-quakin';
A' day they reel on fancy's wheel,
A' nicht their heads are aching.
Or when, in scores, about the doors,
They quarrel through contention,
Till purple een are aften gien
To end the nicht's convention.
Set a' their nerves a-quakin';
A' day they reel on fancy's wheel,
A' nicht their heads are aching.
Or when, in scores, about the doors,
They quarrel through contention,
Till purple een are aften gien
To end the nicht's convention.
A' classes show the burnin' throe
O' love's tormentin' passion,
And 'squires and clowns crack ither's crowns,
Discarding fear and caution.
The lasses bite wi' spleen and spite,
(Hot scandal's their avenger,)
And taunt and jeer, wi' envious leer,
Sweet lovely Grizzil Granger.
O' love's tormentin' passion,
And 'squires and clowns crack ither's crowns,
Discarding fear and caution.
The lasses bite wi' spleen and spite,
(Hot scandal's their avenger,)
And taunt and jeer, wi' envious leer,
Sweet lovely Grizzil Granger.
Young Grizzil had a loving lad;
When they were bairns together,
They gather'd slaes amang the braes,
And berries 'mang the heather.
Though he had gane beyond the main,
Through Canada a ranger,
Yet still his mind did roam behind
Wi' bonny Grizzil Granger.
When they were bairns together,
They gather'd slaes amang the braes,
And berries 'mang the heather.
Though he had gane beyond the main,
Through Canada a ranger,
Yet still his mind did roam behind
Wi' bonny Grizzil Granger.
'Mid this turmoil and nightly broil
Her youthfu' love returned,
Whase omened name soon cooled the flame
That in ilk bosom burned.
The lowe o' youth soon beamed, forsooth,
On this long-absent stranger,
And now through life, he's got for wife
Young bonny Grizzil Granger.
Her youthfu' love returned,
Whase omened name soon cooled the flame
That in ilk bosom burned.
The lowe o' youth soon beamed, forsooth,
On this long-absent stranger,
And now through life, he's got for wife
Young bonny Grizzil Granger.
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