The Scottish songs - National Library of Scotland
The Scottish songs - National Library of Scotland The Scottish songs - National Library of Scotland
430 HAUD AWA FRAE ME, DONALD. Tune—Donald. O, WILL ye hae ta tartan plaid. Or will ye hae ta ring, matam ? Or will ye hae ta kiss o' me ? And tat's a pretty ting, matam ! Hand awa, bide awa, Hand awa frae me, Donald ! I'll neither kiss nor hae ta ring ; Nae tartan plaids for me, Donald ! O, see you not her ponny progues, Her fecket-plaid, plue, creen, matam ? Her twa short hose, and her twa spoigs, And shouder-pelt apeen,* matam ? Hand awa, bide awa. Bide awa frae me, Donald Nae shouder-belts, nae trinkabouts, Nae tartan hose for me, Donald I Her can pe show a petter hough Tan him tat wears ta croun, matam Hersell hae pistol and claymore, To flie ta Lallant loon, matam. Haud awa, baud awa, Haud awa frae me, Donald ! For a' your houghs and warlike arms, You're no a match for me, Donald. Hersell hae a short coat pi pote, No trail my feets at rin, matam ; A cutty sark of good barn sheet. My motter she pe spin, matam. * Above. ! ;
431 Haud awa, baud awa, Haud awa frae me, Donald ; Gae hame and hap your naked houghs, And fash nae man- wi' me, Donald. Ye's ne'er pe pidden work a turn At ony kind o' spin, matam But shug your lenno in a skull. And tidel Highland sing, matam. Haud awa, haud awa, Haud awa frae me, Donald I Your jogging sculls and Highland sang Will sound but harsh wi' me, Donald. In ta morning, when him rise, Ye's get fresh whey for tea, matam Sweet milk and ream as much you please, Far sheeper tan Bohee, matam. Haud awa, haud awa, Haud awa frae me, Donald ! I winna quit my morning's tea Your whey will ne'er agree, Donald. Haper Gaelic ye'se pe learn, And tat's ta ponny speak, matam Ye'se get a sheese, and putter kirn : Come wi' me kin ye like, matam. Haud awa, haud awa, Haud awa frae me, Donald ! Your Gaelic and your Highland cheer Will ne'er gae down wi' me, Donald. Fait, ye'se pe get a siller protch, Pe pigger tan ta moon, matam ; Ye'se ride in currach * 'stead o' coach. And wow put ye'll pe fine, matam. * Boat. ; ; :
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431<br />
Haud awa, baud awa,<br />
Haud awa frae me, Donald ;<br />
Gae hame and hap your naked houghs,<br />
And fash nae man- wi' me, Donald.<br />
Ye's ne'er pe pidden work a turn<br />
At ony kind o' spin, matam<br />
But shug your lenno in a skull.<br />
And tidel Highland sing, matam.<br />
Haud awa, haud awa,<br />
Haud awa frae me, Donald I<br />
Your jogging sculls and Highland sang<br />
Will sound but harsh wi' me, Donald.<br />
In ta morning, when him rise,<br />
Ye's get fresh whey for tea, matam<br />
Sweet milk and ream as much you please,<br />
Far sheeper tan Bohee, matam.<br />
Haud awa, haud awa,<br />
Haud awa frae me, Donald !<br />
I winna quit my morning's tea<br />
Your whey will ne'er agree, Donald.<br />
Haper Gaelic ye'se pe learn,<br />
And tat's ta ponny speak, matam<br />
Ye'se get a sheese, and putter kirn :<br />
Come wi' me kin ye like, matam.<br />
Haud awa, haud awa,<br />
Haud awa frae me, Donald !<br />
Your Gaelic and your Highland cheer<br />
Will ne'er gae down wi' me, Donald.<br />
Fait, ye'se pe get a siller protch,<br />
Pe pigger tan ta moon, matam ;<br />
Ye'se ride in currach * 'stead o' coach.<br />
And wow put ye'll pe fine, matam.<br />
* Boat.<br />
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