Duke of Gordon's daughters (1815-1825)/The hurl-barrow

THE HURL BARROW.

When I was a wee thing,
and just like an elf
All the meat that e'er I gat,
I lai upon a shelf.

The rottens and the mice
they fell into a strife.
They wadna let my meat alane,
Till I gat a wife,

And when I gads wife
she wadna bide therein,
Till I gat a hurl-barrow
to hurl her out and in.

The hurl-barrow brake,
my wife she gat a fa';
And the foul fa' the burl-barrow,
cripple wife an' a'

She wadna eat nae bacon,
she wadna eat nae beef,
She wadna eat nae lang-kail,
for fyling o' her teeth.

But she wad eat the bonnie bird,
that sits upon the tree,
Gang down the burn, Davie, love,
And I sall follow thee.

FINIS.