The Scottish songs - National Library of Scotland
The Scottish songs - National Library of Scotland The Scottish songs - National Library of Scotland
406 ; — Quo she, Was it for nae ither That I was married awa, But to be set down to a wheelie, And at it for ever to ca' ? And syne to hae't reel'd by a chieldie That's everly crying to draw. Her mither said till her, Hech, lassie ! He's wisest, I fear, o' the twa There'll be little to put in the tassie, Gif ye be sae backward to draw For now ye should work like a tiger, And at it baith wallop and ca', Sae lang's ye hae youdith and vigour, And weanies and debt keep awa. Sae swift away hame to your haddin' : ; ; ; ; The mair fule ye e'er came awa : Ye raaunna be ilka day gaddin', Nor gang sae white-finger'd and braw ; For now wi' a neebor ye're yokit, And wi' him should cannilie draw Or else ye deserve to be knockit So that's an answer for a'. Young luckie thus fand hersell mither'd, And wish'd she had ne'er come awa At length wi' hersell she consider'd, That haraeward 'twas better to draw, And e'en tak a chance o' the land in'. However that matters might fa' Folk maunna on freits aye be standin', That's wooed, and married, and a'.* * From Cromek's Select Scottish Songs, 1810.
407 PRINCE CHARLES AND FLORA MACDONALD'S WELCOME TO SKYE. SAID TO BE FROM THE GAELIC. Tune— Charlie's welcome to Skye. ; ; ; ; ; ; Tere are two ponny maitens, and tree ponny maitens, Come over te Minch, and come over te main, With te wind for teir way, and te corrie for teir hame Let us welcome tem pravely unto Skhee akain. Come along, come along, wit your poatie and your song, You two ponny maitens, and tree ponny maitens For te nicht it is dark, and te red-coat is gane. And you're pravely welcome unto Skhee akain. Tere is Flora, my honey, so tear and so ponny, And one that is tall, and comely witall Put te one as my khing, and te other as my queen, Tey're welcome unto te isle of Skhee akain. Come along, come along, wit your poatie and your song, You two ponny maitens, and tree ponny maitens For te Ihady of Macoulain she lieth her lane. And you're pravely welcome to Skhee akain. Her arm it is strong, and her petticoat is iong, My one ponny maiten, and two ponny maitens Put teir bed shall be clain on te heather most craiu And tey're welcome unto te isle of Skhee akain. Come along, come along, wit your poatie and your song. You one ponny maiten, and two ponny maitens Py te sea-moullit's nest I will watch ye ower te main And you're tearly welcome to Skhee akain. Tere's a wind on te tree, and a ship on te sea, My two ponny maitens, and tree ponny maitens ;
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406<br />
; —<br />
Quo she, Was it for nae ither<br />
That I was married awa,<br />
But to be set down to a wheelie,<br />
And at it for ever to ca' ?<br />
And syne to hae't reel'd by a chieldie<br />
That's everly crying to draw.<br />
Her mither said till her, Hech, lassie !<br />
He's wisest, I fear, o' the twa<br />
<strong>The</strong>re'll be little to put in the tassie,<br />
Gif ye be sae backward to draw<br />
For now ye should work like a tiger,<br />
And at it baith wallop and ca',<br />
Sae lang's ye hae youdith and vigour,<br />
And weanies and debt keep awa.<br />
Sae swift away hame to your haddin'<br />
: ; ; ; ;<br />
<strong>The</strong> mair fule ye e'er came awa :<br />
Ye raaunna be ilka day gaddin',<br />
Nor gang sae white-finger'd and braw ;<br />
For now wi' a neebor ye're yokit,<br />
And wi' him should cannilie draw<br />
Or else ye deserve to be knockit<br />
So that's an answer for a'.<br />
Young luckie thus fand hersell mither'd,<br />
And wish'd she had ne'er come awa<br />
At length wi' hersell she consider'd,<br />
That haraeward 'twas better to draw,<br />
And e'en tak a chance o' the land in'.<br />
However that matters might fa'<br />
Folk maunna on freits aye be standin',<br />
That's wooed, and married, and a'.*<br />
* From Cromek's Select <strong>Scottish</strong> Songs, 1810.