Orpheus Caledonius: or, A collection of Scots songs. . a Trump of Steel,A Whifle, and aToup-horn Spoon,With an auld Pair of clouted Shoon >A Timmer Spade, and a Gleg Shear,A Bonnet for my Bairns to wear, A Timmer Tong, a broken Cradle,The Pillion of an auld Car-Sadie,A Gullie-knife, and a Horfe-wand,A Mitten for the Left-hand 5With an auld broken Pan of Brafs,With an auld Sark that wants the arfe %An auld Band, and a Hooding-How*I hope (my Bairns) yere a* well now, Oft have I born yc-on my Back,With a this RifF-rafF in my Pack 5And it was a for want of Gear,That gart me (teal Mefs Johns gra
Orpheus Caledonius: or, A collection of Scots songs. . a Trump of Steel,A Whifle, and aToup-horn Spoon,With an auld Pair of clouted Shoon >A Timmer Spade, and a Gleg Shear,A Bonnet for my Bairns to wear, A Timmer Tong, a broken Cradle,The Pillion of an auld Car-Sadie,A Gullie-knife, and a Horfe-wand,A Mitten for the Left-hand 5With an auld broken Pan of Brafs,With an auld Sark that wants the arfe %An auld Band, and a Hooding-How*I hope (my Bairns) yere a* well now, Oft have I born yc-on my Back,With a this RifF-rafF in my Pack 5And it was a for want of Gear,That gart me (teal Mefs Johns gray Marc:But now, my Bairns, what ails ye now,por ye hae Naigs enough to plough 5And Hole and Shoon fit for your Feet,Chear up, my Bairns, and dinna greet Then with my fel I did advife,My Daddys Gear for to comprize 5Some Neighbours I cad in to fee?What Gear my Daddy left to me< The£ Orpheus Caledonius, They fat three quarters of a Year,Comprising of my Daddys Gear;And when they had gien a* their Votes,?Twas fcarccly a worth four Pounds Sfot$. IOI. Vfti 102 Orpheus Caledonius. Banks. ON Etrick Banks in a Summers Night,At gloaming when the Sheep drove name,I met my Laffy bra and tight,Came wading barefoot, a* her Heart grew light I ran, I flangMy Arms about her lilly Neck,And kifsd and clapd her there fu lang,My Words they were na mony feck. I faid, my Laffy, will you goTo the Highland Hills, the Erfh to learn ?Ill beath gi thee a Cow and Yew,When you come to the Briggoi Leithy auld Meal comes in, (neer fafh)And Herring at the broomy Law 5Chear up your Heart, my bonny Lafs,Theres Gear to win we never faw. AH Day, when we ha wrought enough,\yhen Winters Froft and Snow begin, A&4,. Etrick Banks jgfrltH-r^^fspi^ Ojl JEtiick JBatrks in a burners ^-i-ijht, at Cxloining when the £heep drove hame I met my L afsie
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