Dugald MacTaggart (2)/Dugald MacTaggart

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DUGALD M'TAGGART.

Would you'll know me my name, 'od she's Dugald M'Taggart,
She'll brought hersel down frae the hill o' Lochaber,
To learn her nae sell to be a grand haberdabber,
Or a braw linen drabber, the tane or the twa.

When she'll come to the laigh kintra 'od she'll look unco shy like,
For she was na weel acquant ye see wi the laigs kintra dialect,
Hoo hoo, never heed, 'od she'd plenty o' gaelic,
There's no ane had mair on the braes ⟨o'⟩ Glendoo.

Then she'll tak a big shop and ⟨she'll⟩ turn a great dealer,
She'll get the lang trust, and they'll ⟨no⟩ seek nae bailure,
But Dugald M'Taggart hersell ⟨maks a⟩ failure,
And they'll call her a bankrupt-a trade she'll not knew.

They'll then call a meeting, 'od she'll look unco quiet now,
She was keen to get awa, but faith they bade her to wait now,
And they'll talk a' the while about a great estate now,
Od she'll think that they thought her the laird o' Glendoo.

Then they'll syne seek her name to-they'll ca'd a trust deeder,
Faith hersel wadna sign 'cause herself couldna read her,
And they'll seek componsitions, hoo hoo never heed her,
There's nae sic a word on tha braes o' Glendoo.

If I'd hane my durk, by the L-d I'd devour them,
For they took me to jail though I stood there afore them,
But now I've gotten out on a hashie minorum,
And faith I'm as free as the winds on Glendoo.