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III. LOVE : HUMOROUS 175 |
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The taylor he cam here to sew, And weel he kend the way to
woo, For ay he pree'd the lassie's mou', As he gaed but and ben, O. For weel he kend the way, O, The way, O, the way, O ! For weel he kend the way, O, The lassie's heart to win, O ! |
The taylor rase and" shook his duds, The flaes they flew awa in cluds! And them that stay'd gat fearfu' thuds,— The taylor prov'd a man, O ! For now it was the gloamin, The gloamin, the gloamin, For now it was the gloamin, When a' to rest are gaun, O ! |
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No. 196. 0, steer her up.
Tune: Steer her up Scots Musical Museum, 1803, No. 504. |
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O, steer her up, an' haud her gaun—
Her mither 's at the mill, jo, An' gin she winna tak a man,
E'en let her tak her will, jo : First shore her wi' a gentle kiss,
And ca' anither gill, jo, An' gin she tak the thing amiss,
E'en let her flyte her fill, jo. |
O, steer her up, an' be na blate,
An' gin she tak it ill, jo, Then leave the lassie till her fate,
And time na langer spill, jo! Ne'er break your heart for ae* re-bute, But think upon it still, jo, That gin the lassie winna do't, Ye'll fin' anither will, jo. |
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