New pease strae/The Minister's Maid

From Wikisource
Jump to navigation Jump to search
New pease strae
The Minister's Maid
3171869New pease strae — The Minister's Maid

<> :::: <> :::: <>

THE

MINISTER’s MAID:

WHEN I was a bonny wie lassie,
I lived by yon river side;
A bonny wie laddie courted me,
for to make me his bride:
My master being one of the Clergy,
I kentna weel how to do;
But I courted ay wi’ my laddie,
(illegible text)

We waited a’ opportunities,
ay when they were frae hame;
We kiss’d and clapped each other.
So merry as we were then!
So merry as we were then,
our vows for to renew!
So ay I courted my laddie,
and pleas’d the Minister too.

It was on a fine simmer-evening
I went out for to meet with my lad,
He took me in his arms,
our hearts being wond’rous glad!
And what came o’ me then,
ye wadna believe me now;
But ay I courted my laddie,
and pleas’d the Minister too.

When I came hame to my mistress,
she scolded and she flet:
Says, Where have been wa’king,
that ye have stay’d sae late ?
That ye have stay’d sae late?
your master I will tell.
Thinks I, madam, ye needna fash,
for I’ll ha’e to do that mysel’.

But I keepet ay up my courage,
and madna muckle din;
And my laddie came ay and saw me,
ay’s he gaed out and in.
And ay’s he gaed out and in,
ay he pried my mou’.
So ay I courted my laddie,
and pleas’d the Minister too.

But when the simmer was over,
O pale and wane grew I!
Like ane risen out o’ a fever,
or ane just gaun to die!
My master he came an' asked me,
what was the matter wi’ me ?
If I knew any thing that wou’d case me,
at my comman’ it shou’d be.

Oh! I maun own my crime, Sir,
tho’ it be to my shame and disgrace,
I went out for to meet wi’ the lad,
the lad that gi’es out your mass;
His voice it was too shrill,
he pitch'd o’er high for me;
And ay sinsyne I remember
that I been likin’ to die.

Then my laddie was sent for,
and he came hingin’ his mou’;
Says Mess John had you been a good bairn
we wadna hae sent for you:
My lassie is lyin’ sick,
an’ on, you she lays a’ the blame ;
An’ ye ken ony way ye’ve wrang’d her,
ye’ll raise her as speedy again.

O I never harm’d your lassie,
neither by night nor by day;
But it was on a fine simmer-evening,
when crossing o’er the way,
When crossing o’er the way,
I learn’d her how to sing,
And pitching the high notes o’ bangor,
has driven her a’ out o’ tune.

Be pleas’d to marry your lassie,
O marry your lassie to me!
For I’ m resolv'd to hae her,
whether she live or die ;
Whether she live or die,
to mak her my wedded wife :
So I’ll live with my lassie
a sweet and contented life.

This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.

Public domainPublic domainfalsefalse