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The Book of Scottish Song/Highland Mother's Lament

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2269737The Book of Scottish Song — Highland Mother's Lament1843Alexander Whitelaw

Highland Mother's Lament.

[John Stewart.]

Och! you hafe left us a',
You're teat's a stone now, Dannie;
Ta cauld toor's on your heat,
In ta krafe wi' your krannie.
Och! ish O! Och! ish O!
Sair's ta heart o' your mither,
She would not be so fex
Hat you left put a prither.

Och! prawlie she'll ha'e mint
Whan ye'll ran 'mang ta heather
Ant ta kyes ant ta shepps
Ye'll prought hame to your mither.
Och! ish O! &c.

Ant no more will you play
"Gillie Callie" at ta wattin',
Or Shake Corton's strathspey,
From ta kreen to ta pettin.
Och! ish O! &c.

Yesh! you nefer sait a swear,
Or a cursh to your mither;
Ant you ne'er lift your han'
All your tays to your father.
Och! ish O! &c.

Your skin was white's a milk;
Your hair was fine's a moutie;
Your preath was sweeter far
Than smell of putter't croutie.
Och! ish! &c.

Put och! noo you are teat—
Nefer more will she sawt you;
Ta cauld toor's on your heat—
Your mither's tarlin' dawtie.
Och! ish O! &c.