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SHE'S HOY'D ME OUT O' LAUDERDALE.
An old song recovered by Burns. He incorporated the fifth line of the last stanza in "The Deuks Dang o'er my Daddie, O!" An amended version will be found in the Aldyne edition of 1893. |
There liv'd a lady in Lauderdale,
She lo'ed a fiddler fine;
She lo'ed him in her chamber,
She held him in her mind;
She made his bed at her bed-stock.
She said he was her brither;
But she's hoy'd him out o' Lauderdale,
His fiddle and a' thegither.
First when I cam' to Lauderdale,
I had a fiddle gude.
My sounding-pin stood lie the aik
That grows in Lauder wood;
But now my sounding-pin's gaen down,
And tint the foot for ever;
She's hoy'd me out o' Lauderdale,
My fiddle and a' thegither.
First when I cam' to Lauderdale,
Your ladyship can declare,
I play'd a bow, a noble bow.
As e'er was strung wi' hair:
But dow'na do's come o'er me now.
And your ladyship winna consider;
She's hoy'd me out o' Lauderdale,
My fiddle and a' thegither.
