362 Collectanea.
I gaed to a singin' class,
And bonny lads were there, The first that took my fancy
Was ane wi' curly hair.
He said to me, " My bonny lass,
Fat wye div ye gang hame?" Richt modestly I answered him,
"The very wye I came."
He said to me, "My bonny lass,
Fat like's the ane ye lo'e?" Richt modestly I answered him,
" He's richt like you."
He said to me, " My bonny lass.
Fat is't they ca' your name?" Richt modestly I answered him,
"They ca' me Meg at hame."
He said to me, " My bonny lass,
Am I the lad ye lo'e?" Richt modestly I answered him, " YeVe guessed richt noo."
Parish of Cruden. As I gaed by yon toonie farm A barkie cam oot an' doggit at me, I took my flauchter shooder fae afiF my spad I gaed it such a lug i' the lasher, I gart a' its water een again. (A nonsense recitation with the words transposed. — Parish of Crude n.)
" Fustle, fustle, aul' wife.
An' I'll gie ye a hen." " I couldna fustle Altho' ye gied me ten."
" Fustle, fustle, aul' wife,
An' I'll gie ye a coo." " I couldna fustle
Altho' ye gied me two."
