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The Book of Scottish Song/The Quern Lilt

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2269726The Book of Scottish Song — The Quern Lilt1843Alexander Whitelaw

The Quern Lilt.

[Robert Jamieson.]

The cronach stills the dowie heart
The jurram stills the bairnie;
The music for a hungry wane
Is grinding o' the quernie.
And loes me o' my little quemie!
Grind the gradden, grind it:
We'll a' get crowdie whan it's done,
And bannocks steeve to bind it.

The married man his joy may prize;
The lover prize his arles;
But gin the quernie gangna round,
They baith will soon be sareless.
Sae loes me, &c.

The whisky gars the bark o' life
Drive merrily and rarely;
But graddan is the ballast gars
It steady gang and fairly.
Then loes me, &c.

Though winter steeks the door wi' drift,
And o'er the ingle hings us;
Let but the little quernie gae,
We're blythe, whatever dings us.
Then loes me, &c.

And how it cheers the herd at e'en,
And sets his heart-strings dirlin',
When, comin' frae the hungry hill,
He hears the quernie birlin'!
Then loes me, &c.

Though sturt and stride wi' young and auld,
And flytin' but and ben be;
Let but the quernie play, they'll soon
A' lown and fidgin'-fain be.
Then loes me, &c.