Scotish song . inkome ,Ane gay grene cloke that will nocht fienzs, .And zit for miller I will nocht fenze,Fyve hundirth fleis now in a Rok;Call ze nocht that ane joly menze,To gang togidder Jynny and J ok? Ane trene truncheour, ane ramehome ipous, Twa buttis of barkit blafnit ledder, All graith that gains to hobbill fclione, Ane thrawcruk to twyne ana tedder, Ane brydill, ane girth, and ane fvvyne bledder, Ane mafkens fatt, ane fetterit !ok, Ane fcheip weill kepit fra ill wedder. To gang togiddir Jynny and J ok. Tak thair for my parte of the feift;It is vveill knavrfn I am vveill bodin;Z
Scotish song . inkome ,Ane gay grene cloke that will nocht fienzs, .And zit for miller I will nocht fenze,Fyve hundirth fleis now in a Rok;Call ze nocht that ane joly menze,To gang togidder Jynny and J ok? Ane trene truncheour, ane ramehome ipous, Twa buttis of barkit blafnit ledder, All graith that gains to hobbill fclione, Ane thrawcruk to twyne ana tedder, Ane brydill, ane girth, and ane fvvyne bledder, Ane mafkens fatt, ane fetterit !ok, Ane fcheip weill kepit fra ill wedder. To gang togiddir Jynny and J ok. Tak thair for my parte of the feift;It is vveill knavrfn I am vveill bodin;Ze may nocht fay my parte is wyfe faid, Speid, the kaill ar fodiiri,And als the laverok is fuft and loddin;Quhen ze haifdone takhamethe roft vves twclie, fa wer thay bodin ;Syn gaid togiddir Jynny and z ( 196 ) SOKG XIII. MUIRLAND WILLIE. SS PNeHe&^^^m Hark - en, and I will tell you how Young ££ ^m Muirland Wil-lie came to woo, Tho* fellia^lE^pi^ hs could nei-ther fay nor do; The. gaiBB truth I tell to you. But ay he crys, what-eer be-tide, Mag-gy Ife hae to. 4 m 3=3: —£=£=?£=:be my bride,. With a fal> dal, [dals dal* ( 97 ) t^ilLllililil! dal, de ralj dal, lal, la, ral, lal, la, dal, da!, dal.] On his gray yade as he did ride,With durk and piitol by his fide,He prickd her on wi meikle pride, Wi meikle mirth and glee;Out oer yon mofs, out oer yon muir,Till he came to her dadys doer,With afal dal, &c . Goodman, quoth he, be ye within,Im come your doughters love to win;I care no for making meikle din, What anfwer gi ye me ?Now, wooer, quoth he, woud ye light down,Ill gie ye my doughters love to win, Now, wooer, fin ye are lighted down, •Where do ye win, or in what town ?I think my doghter winna gloomOn fie a lad as ye. ( 198 ) The wooer he ftepd up the houfe,And wow but he was wondrous croufe*With afaly dal, &c. I have three owfen in a plough, Twa good gaen yads, and gear enough3. The place they ca it Cadeneugh ; I fcorn to tell a lie :Belide
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