The Scottish songs - National Library of Scotland

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He's ta'en her by the mantle-neuk,
And bade her stand still
But she has gi'en a frisk about,
And whirl'd him ower the hill.
Hey my Jack, howe my Jack,
Hey my Jacky Latin !
Because he couldna get a kiss,
His heart was at the breakin'
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I
I CANNA WANT MY GRUEL.
Tune—Lass, gin I come near ye.
There lived a man into the west,
And, oh ! but he was cruel
Upon his waddin' nicht, at e'en,
He sat up and grat for gruel.
They brought to him a gude sheep's heid^
A napkin and a towel
Gae, tak your whim-whams a' frae me,
And bring me fast ray gruel.
[the bride speaks.]
There is nae meal into the hous ;
What shall I do, my jewel ?
Gae to the pock, and shake a lock.
For I canna want my gruel.
There is nae milk into the hous ;
What shall I do, my jewel ?
* This humorous old song is taken down from the recitation of an aged
Peebles-shire lady, whose mother was its heroine. From various circumstances,
it is probable that the real incident which gave rise to it took place
at least ninety years ago. Fernie-haugh, Scott's Mill, and Cardrona Hill,
are three places which successively occur on the south bank of the Tweed,
immediately below Peebles.
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