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HEY WULLIE WINE
Wha will ye gie, if I wi' ye bide, To be my bonny blooming bride, And lie down lovely by my side ?
I'll gie thee Kate o' Dinglebell, A bonny body like yersell.
I'll stick her up in the pear-tree Sweet and meek, and sae is she: I lo'ed her ance, but she's no for me, Yet I thank ye for your courtesy.
I'll gie thee Rozie o' the Cleugh,
I'm sure she'll please thee weel eneugh.
Up wi' her on the bane dyke, She'll be rotten or I'll be ripe: She's made for some ither, and no me, Yet I thank ye for your courtesy.
Then I'll gie ye Nell o' sweet Sprinkell, Owre Galloway she bears the bell.
I'll set her up in my bed-head, And feed her wi' milk and bread; She's for nae ither, but jist for me, Sae I thank ye for your courtesy.
—Mactaggart's Gallovidian Eftcycloftczdia.
I maun ride hame, I maun gang hame,
And bide nae langer here; The road is lang, the mirk soon on,
And howlets mak' me fear.
Light doon and bide wi' us a' night,
We'll choose ye a bonnie lass; Ye'll get your wull and pick o' them a',
And the time it soon wull pass.
Which ane will ye choose, If I with you will bide ?
The fairest and rarest In a' the kintra side. |
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