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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KATTIE CHRISTIE.
At the east neuk o' Fife dwelt a bonnie blooming girl,
Wha, for beauty and mien, could match either lord or earl;
Sae sweet was her look, that the di'mond and the pearl
Could add naething to the charms of Kattie Christie, O.
She was sweet nineteen,
Wi' pure azure een;
And her yellow hair
Flow'd in ringlets rare;
She was tight and tall,
And, take her all-in-all,
You'll but seldom meet the match of Kattie Christie, O.
Wha, for beauty and mien, could match either lord or earl;
Sae sweet was her look, that the di'mond and the pearl
Could add naething to the charms of Kattie Christie, O.
She was sweet nineteen,
Wi' pure azure een;
And her yellow hair
Flow'd in ringlets rare;
She was tight and tall,
And, take her all-in-all,
You'll but seldom meet the match of Kattie Christie, O.
The carlins o' Fife vow'd she was nae canny cummer,
That could glaze ilka e'e, wi' Love's delusive glamour,
And ilk wooer fan she was skill'd in Venus' grammar;
When every heart did glow for Kattie Christie, O.
At bridal and fair
She the gree bore there;
She the lads o' Fife
Held in constant strife;
And the priest was vex'd,
When reading out his text,
To fin' ev'ry e'e was fix'd on Kattie Christie, O.
That could glaze ilka e'e, wi' Love's delusive glamour,
And ilk wooer fan she was skill'd in Venus' grammar;
When every heart did glow for Kattie Christie, O.
At bridal and fair
She the gree bore there;
She the lads o' Fife
Held in constant strife;
And the priest was vex'd,
When reading out his text,
To fin' ev'ry e'e was fix'd on Kattie Christie, O.
'Twas a sair time in Fife, 'mang the wooers late and early,
Mony hearts glow'd wi' hope, mony pined and languish'd sairly;
Faithers gloom'd, mithers flate, lasses spite and spleen did ware aye
In profusion 'gainst young lovely Kattie Christie, O.
Sae wide spread her fame
'Yond her circle at hame,
Lothian lairds cross'd the Forth,
Chieftains cam' frae the north;
The precentor, by report,
Ran lang metre into short,
Through a random glance he got o' Kattie Christie, O.
Mony hearts glow'd wi' hope, mony pined and languish'd sairly;
Faithers gloom'd, mithers flate, lasses spite and spleen did ware aye
In profusion 'gainst young lovely Kattie Christie, O.
Sae wide spread her fame
'Yond her circle at hame,
Lothian lairds cross'd the Forth,
Chieftains cam' frae the north;
The precentor, by report,
Ran lang metre into short,
Through a random glance he got o' Kattie Christie, O.
There were warm hopes at hame for the fortune o' this darlin',
There were sair dool and shame spaet by ilka envious carlin;
But Fate, on Time's wings, ended a' sic idle quarrellin',
And soon stamp'd the lot o' pretty Kattie Christie, O.
Now her lovers a'
Need nae langer ca',
Baith auld and young
Are aside a' flung;
For the dancing master's come,
Beating time like ony drum,
And has fairly won the heart o' Kattie Christie, O.
There were sair dool and shame spaet by ilka envious carlin;
But Fate, on Time's wings, ended a' sic idle quarrellin',
And soon stamp'd the lot o' pretty Kattie Christie, O.
Now her lovers a'
Need nae langer ca',
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Are aside a' flung;
For the dancing master's come,
Beating time like ony drum,
And has fairly won the heart o' Kattie Christie, O.
Now there's braw peace in Fife, 'mang the rival lads and lasses,
There's an end to a' strife 'mang the fierce contending classes,
And ilk ane now sees—they were doilt as mules or asses,
To be sae sair bewitch'd by Kattie Christie, O.
She threw wealth aside
To exalt the pride
Of this jumpin' John,
Wi' his turn'-pumps on,
Who must through the world go—
Flatter, shuffle, heel-and-toe,
To support in style, his charming Kattie Christie, O.
There's an end to a' strife 'mang the fierce contending classes,
And ilk ane now sees—they were doilt as mules or asses,
To be sae sair bewitch'd by Kattie Christie, O.
She threw wealth aside
To exalt the pride
Of this jumpin' John,
Wi' his turn'-pumps on,
Who must through the world go—
Flatter, shuffle, heel-and-toe,
To support in style, his charming Kattie Christie, O.
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