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312 TONE-POETRY OF ROBERT BURNS |
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Peg Nicholson was a good bay mare, An' rode thro' thick an' thin ;
But now she's floating down the Nith, And wanting even the skin.
Peg Nicholson was a good bay mare,
And ance she bore a priest; But now she 's floating down the Nith,
For Solway fish a feast.
Peg Nicholson was a good bay mare, An' the priest he rode her sair;
And much oppress'd, and bruis'd she was, As priest-rid cattle are! |
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No. 331. There lived a carl in Kelly burn braes.
Tune : Kellyburn braes Scots Musical Museum, 1792, No. 379. |
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There lived a carl in Kellyburn braes,
(Hey and the rue grows bonie wi* thyme),
And he had a wife was the plague o' his days
(And the thyme it is wither'd, and rue is in prime).
Ae day as the carl gaed up the lang glen, (Hey and the rue grows bonie wi' thyme),
He met wi' the devil, says :—' How do you fen ?' (And the thyme it is wither'd, and rue is in prime).
' I've got a bad wife, sir : that's a' my complaint (Hey and the rue grows bonie wi' thyme),
For, saving your presence, to her ye're a saint'
(And the thyme it is wither'd, and rue is in prime). |
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