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They wadna let my meat alane,
Till I gat a wife,
And when I gat s 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 hurl-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 sit upon the tree.
Gamg down the burn Davie love,
and I sall follow thee.
THE LASS O’ GLENSHEE.
On a bonny day. when the heather was blooming,
and the silent hill bumm'd wi’ the sore laden’d bee;
I met a fair maid as I homeward was riding,
a herding her sheep on the hill o’ Glenshee.
The rose in her cheek it was gem’a wi' a dimple,
and blythe were the blinks n’ her bonny blacke'e
Her face so enchanting so neat and so handsome,
my heart soon belonged to the lass o’ Glenshee.
