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336 TONE-POETRY OF ROBERT BURNS |
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When he cam to our gude king's yett,
He sought a glass o' wine for young Hynhorn's sake.
He drank out the wine and he put in the ring,
And he bade them carry't to the king's dochter Jean.
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1 O gat ye't by sea, or gat ye't by Ian',
0 gat ye't aff a -dead man's han'?
• I gat na't by sea, I gat na't by Ian', But I gat it out of your own fair hanV
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* Go, take away my bridal gown,
And I'll follow him frae town to town.'
1 Ye need na leave your bridal gown, For I'll make ye ladie o' mony a town.' |
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No. 349. What merriment has taen the Whigs.
Tune: The German lairdie Corrected from Burns's MS. |
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What merriment has taen the Whigs I think they be gaen mad, Sir,
Wi' playing up their Whiggish jigs, Their dancin may be sad, Sir.
Chorus. Sing needle liltie, teedle liltie, Andum, tandum, tandie, Sing fal de dal, de dal lal lal, Sing howdle liltie dandie. |
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