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Ballads and Songs of Michigan
2 There was nae doot but I lookit richt blunt, But the whiskey was strong an' inspirin'; An9 aye at the dance, wi' her I did prance, An* then I began mquirin'
When she was gang hame; I swore by the name 0* the devil or something as awesome, If she would me let, I hame would her set, An51 pressed aye her cheek to my bosom.
3 She halted a wee but at length did agree Gin we did nae fa' in wi' her faither;
But haith, ye may ken hoo we gaed out nae mair
Till dark when we gaed oot thegither.
When we come to the hoose for to look the mair cruse,
I askit the way to the byre;
An' there on the hay fu' cozy we lay
Till the devil sent forth her auld sire.
4 Wr a bang an' a roar he came to the door Which we wi' a grape had secured;
How the hinges did crack when he set till his back! Sic hardships they ne'er had endured; Wi' dread an' despair we ran to the door; Our legs like Belshazzar's were shaking; While her an' me baith hung to lak grim daith, An' our hearts lak twa hammers were beating,
5 When the auld bullie found that he could nae won in, Aroon to the hay hole he did venture;
But haith, ye may ken hoo we got oot an' ran, An' were oot o' his sicht in a canter; She ran to the hoose, I ran to the moss, Our prayers to heaven ascended; An' so the first nicht did end in a fricht, Though the last and ill end is no kenn'd yet.