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OUR FAMILIAR SONG IS.
44 My Crumniie is a usefu' cow,
And has come of a good kin'; Aft has she wet the bairns' mou\
And I am laith that she should tyne. Get up, guidman, it is fu' time,
The sun shines in the lift sae hie; Sloth never made a gracious end,
Gae tak' your auld cloak about ye."
" My cloak was ance a guid grey cloak,
When it was fitting for my wear; But now it's scantly worth a groat,
For I hae worn't this thretty year. Let's spend the gear that we hae won,
We little ken the day we'll dee; Then I'll be proud, for I hae sworn
To hae a new cloak about me."
" In days when guid King Robert ran,
His trews they cost but half-a-crown ; He said they were a groat owre dear,
And ca'd the tailor thief an' loon. He was the King that wore the crown,
And thou'rt a man o' low degree ; 'Tis pride puts a' the country doun,
Sae tak' your auld cloak about ye."
" Ilka land has its ain laucli. [law]
Ilk kind o' corn has its ain hool; I think the warld is a' gane wrang,
When ilka wife her man wad rule. Do ye no see Rob, Jock, and Hab,
How they are girded gallantlie, While I sit hurklin in the asse ?
I'll hae a new cloak about me."
" Guidman, I wat it's thretty year,
Sin' we did ane anither ken; And we hae had atween us twa,
O' lads and bonnie lasses ten. Now they are women grown and men,
I wish and pray weel may they be; And if ye prove a guid husband,
E'n tak' your auld cloak about ye."
" Bell, my wife, she lo'es nae strife,
But she wad guide me, if she can; And to maintain an easy life
I aft maun yield, tho' I'm guidman. Nought's to be gain'd at women's han'
Unless ye gie them a' the plea; Then I'll leave aff where I began,
And tak' my auld cloak about me."
DO THEY MISS ME AT HOME?
For the music of this pleasant little song we are indebted to Mr. S. M. Grannis.