Child's, The English And Scottish Ballads

Volume 7 of 8 from 1860 edition - online book

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But nought was stown that cou'd be mist: She danc'd her lane, cry'd, " Praise be blest! I have lodg'd a leal poor man.                        *>
" Since nathing's awa', as we can learn,
The kirn's to kirn, and milk to earn ;
Gae butt the house, lass, and waken my bairn,
And bid her come quickly ben." ' The servant gade where the daughter lay, « The sheets was cauld, she was away; And fast to her goodwife can say, " She's aff with the gaberlunzie-man."
" O fy gar ride, and fy gar rin,
And haste ye, find these traytors again ; so
For she's be burnt, and he's be slain,
The wearifu' gaberlunzie-man." Some rade upo' horse, some ran a-fit, The wife was wood, and out o' her wit; She cou'd na gang, nor yet cou'd she sit, w
But ay she curs'd and she ban'd.
Mean time far hind out o'er the lee,
Fu' snug in a glen, where nane cou'd see,
The twa, with kindly sport and glee,
Cut frae a new cheese a whang.                     ea
The priving was good, it pleas'd them baith; To lo'e her for aye he gae her his aith; Quo' she, " To leave thee, I will be laith,
My winsome gaberlunzie-man.