Willy Rilly, or, The constant lovers/The Hurl Barrow
THE HURL BARROW,
When I was a wee thing,
and just like an elf
All the meat that e’er I gat,
I laid upon a shelf.
The rottens and the nice
they fell into a strife,
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.
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
Public domainPublic domainfalsefalse