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THE GABERLTJNZIE-MAN. '99 |
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How blyth and merry wad I be,
And I wad never think lang." He grew canty, and she grew fain, But little did her auld minny ken, What thir slee twa togither were say'ng, u
When wooing they were sae thrang.
" And O !" quo' he, " ann ye were as black. As e'er the crown of my dady's hat, 'Tis I wad lay thee by my back,
And awa' wi' me thou shou'd gang." a>
" And 0 ! " quo' she, " ann I were as white, As e'er the snaw lay on the dyke, I'd dead me braw, and lady-like,
And awa with thee I'd gang."
Between the twa was made a plot; m
They raise a wee before the cock, And wilily they shot the lock,
And fast to the bent are they gane. Up the morn the auld wife raise, And at her leisure pat on her claise; so
Syne to the servant's bed she gaes,
To speer for the silly poor man.
She gaed to the bed where the beggar lay,
The strae was cauld, he was away;
She clapt her hands, cry'd " Waladay ! &
For some of our gear will be gane." Some ran to coffers, and some to kists, |
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