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Cheese and bread for gentlemen,
And corn and hay for horses,
A cup of tea for a' good wives,
And bonnie lads and lassies.
When are we to meet again ?
And when are we to marry ?
Raffles up, and raffles down, and raffles a' a
dancin', The bonniest lassie that ever I saw, Was [child in the centre] dancin'.
—Aberdeen Training College (Rev. W. Gregor.)
XXXVI. Sally, Sally Walker, sitting in the sun,
Weeping and wailing for a young man, Rise, Sally, rise, and wipe away your tears,
Fly to the east, fly to the west, And fly to the very one that you love best.
Uncle John is very sick,
He goes a courting night and day; Sword and pistol by his side,
Little Sally is his bride. He takes her by the lily white hand,
He leads her over the water; Now they kiss and now they clap,
Mrs. Molly's daughter.
—Nairn, Perth, Forfar (Rev. W. Gregor).
XXXVII. Sally, Sally Waters, why are you so sad ?
You shall have a husband, either good or bad ; Then rise, Sally Waters, and sprinkle your pan, For you're just the young woman to get a nice
man. Now you're married, we wish you joy, Father and mother and little boy, Love one another like sister and brother, And now, good people, kiss each other.
—Halliwell, Popular Rhymer, p. 229. |
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