The Book of Scottish Song/Willie Waggletail
Willie Waggletail.
[Kilpatrick.—Air, "Lassie wi' the lint-white locks."]
Queer Willie Waggletail,
The auld farrant donnart body,
He fed me aye on lang kail,
Soups o' broo, and draps o' crowdie;
Cream scones three times a-year;
Whey to cool the bluid in simmer;
British wine the saul to cheer,
Wi swats that reamed aboon the timmer.
Though Willie Wagglelail's awa',
His gear'll mak' me blythe and bonnie:
Come ower the burn, sweet Johnnie Faa;
For wha has cheeks sae red as Johnnie?
Come to my arms, my Johnnie Faa,
I'll daut ye late and bless ye early;
Our lairds ha'e doft their bonnets braw,
To fight for Scotland and Prince Charlie.
As Johnnie Faa gaed ower the burn,
He sung unto himsel' fu' cheerie,—
Hech! things ha'e ta'en an awfu' turn,
Sin' Luckie Waggletail's my dearie:
My heart loups licht, and vow I'm fain,
To think upon the jig that's coming;
But, as sure as death, I maist think shame
To marry Willie Wagtail's woman.