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Music of the Waters. 101 |
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" My feeding was once o' the best corn and hay That ever grew in corn-field or meadow sae gay; But noo I'm turned out at the back o' a dyke, To keep the blackbirds company on a cauld winter nicht. I'm a puir auld horse.
Dunbar is responsible for the following ; it was very popular amongst the fishermen there, and I believe was sung to the well-known tune of " There is nae Luck aboot the Hoose":—
A CRAB SONG.
" Come, Sandy, man, An' bear a han', Rax doon anither oar, There's creels to bait, An' creels to set, An' crabs to bring ashore.
For crabs are east,
An' crabs are west,
An' crabs are in the bay ;
There's fifty dizzen at the least
In a' the creels the day.
" Fling in the tow, Steer aff her bow An' get the boat to sea ; There's crabs galore To bring ashore, Just waitin' you an' me. For crabs are east, &c.
" To glunch and gloom, An' sook yer thoom, Will no buy Jenny's tea,— Nor put a frock On little Jock ; Then let us get to sea, For crabs are east, &c. |
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