The Village Sexton/The Village Sexton

THE VILLAGE SEXTON.

Tune---Cameron's got his life again.

Donald Caird's come again,
Donald Caird's come again,
Tell lie news by elachan glen,
Donald Caird's come again.

Donald now our Kirk doth grace,
Wi' his elritch hieland face,
And oxters up the Book in state,
O' whilk he kens the de'il hate.

Whiles he's gloomin', while he's cival,
Whiles he's like a raging deevil;
But to mak bim guid, just tryste a lair!
Ay! that's the nick for Donald Caird.

Donald Caird can ring the bell,
Maist as weel's the Earl himsel';
But yet he canna jnst gart jow,
To Nicol's notes of "Lint and Tow."

But still the body's fond to bring,
Notes ont o' the auld cracket thing,
And stead o' its auld ancient air,
He's learning't to say Donald Caird.

Donald Caird can wield a spade,
Fast as onv o' the trade;
Houk a hole, or lay a stane,
Gleg as ony 'round the glea:
Let him taste the barley-brae,
The mools he'il cast a storey hie,
Then rattling stane, and skulls a' bare,
Are flung, Jike dirt, by Donald Caird.

Whiles Donald roars, when nane are deeing
Hoot man! it's a trade no worth ha'ing;
It is na constant bread ava;
Yet faith he winna fling't awa.

Now kintry bodies be good to Donald,
For he's cam aff the great Clan Ronald;
He'll watch the kirk yard after ten;
Donald Caird's come again.