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COME COW ME MINNIE.

Tune—"My mither's aye glowrin' o'er me."

A letter to Robert Cleghorn, dated October 25, 1793 (formerly quoted), thus concludes—"Mair for token, a fine chiel—a hand-waled friend and crony o' my ain, gat o'er the lugs in love wi' a braw, bonie, fodgel hizzie i' the burgh of Annan, by the name o' 'Bonie Mary,' and I tauld the tale as follows: (N.B.—The chorus is auld).

"'Come cow me, minnie, come cowe me.'
"Tune'My minnie's aye glowerin' o'er me.'

Forgive this wicked scrawl. Thine in all the sincerity of a brace of honest port.—R.B."

 Come cow me minnie, come cow me;
 Come cow me minnie, come cow me;
 The hair o' my a—e is grown into my c—t,
 An' they canna win in for to mow me.


When Mary cam o'er the Border,
When Mary cam o'er the Border,
In troth 'twas approachin' the c—t of a hurchin,
Her a—e was in sic a disorder.

 Come cow me, &c.

But wanton Wattie cam west on't,
But wanton Wattie cam west on't,
He did it sae tickle, he left nae as meikle,
As a spider wad biggit a nest on't.

 Come cow me, &c.

An' was nae Wattie a blinker,
He m—w'd frae the queen to the tinkler;
Then sat down in grief like the Macedon chief,
For want o' mae warlds to conquer.

 Come cow me, &c.

But oh, what a jewel was Mary!
An' what a jewel was Mary,
Her face it was fine an' her bosom divine,
An' her c—t it was theekit wi' glory.

 Come cow me, &c.