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IV. CONNUBIAL 191 |
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She's bow-hough'd, she's hem-shinn'd,
Ae limpin leg a hand-breed shorter; She's twisted right, she's twisted left,
To balance fair in ilka quarter : She has a hump upon her breast,
The twin o' that upon her shouther : Sic a wife as Willie had,
I wadna gie a button for her.
Auld baudrans by the ingle sits,
An' wi' her loof her face a-washin ; But Willie's wife is nae sae trig,
She dights her grunzie wi' a hushion ; Her walie nieves like midden-creels,
Her face wad fyle the Logan Water: Sic a wife as Willie had,
I wadna gie a button for her. |
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No. 214. There's sax eggs in the pan, gudernan.
Tune : O, an ye were deadguidman (see infra).
Chorus. O, an ye were dead, gudeman !
A green turf on your head, gudeman I I wad bestow my zvidowhood Upon a rantt'n Highlandman I
There's sax eggs in the pan, gudeman, There's sax eggs in the pan, gudeman; There's ane to you, and twa to me, And three to our John Highlandman!
A sheep's head in the pot, gudeman,
A sheep's head in the pot, gudeman,
The flesh to him, the broo to me,
An' the horns" become your brow, gudeman I
Sing, round about the fire wi' a rung she ran, An' round about the fire wi' a rung she ran:— 'Your horns shall tie you to the staw, An' I shall bang your hide, gudeman J' |
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