The Scottish songs - National Library of Scotland

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Haud awa, baud awa,
Haud awa frae me, Donald
For a' your Highland rarities,
Ye're no a match for me^ Donald.
What 'tis ta way tat ye'Il pe kind
To a pretty man like me, matam I
Sae lang's claymore hangs py my side
I'll nefer marry tee, matam I
O, come awa, come awa,
Come awa wi' me, Donald !
I wadna quit my Highland man
Frae Lawlands set me free, Donald I *
DAME, DO THE THING WHILK I
DESIRRt
Get up, gudewife, don on your claise,
And to the market mak you boune
!
;
; : ;
'Tis lang time sin' your neebors rase
They're weel nigh gotten into the toune.
See ye don on your better goune,
And gar the lasse big on the fyre.
Dame, do not look as ye wad frowne.
But doe the thing whilk I desyre.
I spier what haste ye hae, gudeman I
Your mother staid till ye war born
* From Herd's Collection, 1776. Ritson expresses a conjecture, that this
but as it
is the song to which the name and the tune originally belonged ;
did not appear in any collection till fifty years after the preceding song
was published in the Tea-Table Miscellany, and as its language and humour
evidently belong to a later age, I am tempted to think that the reverse
was the case.
t This curious old song, which seems to belong to the same class of humorous
Scottish compositions with the '« Barring o' the Door." and '« Tak
your auld Cloak about ye," is given by Ritson, in his Scotish Songs,
1794, from a manuscript of Charles the First's time, in the British Museum,
(Bib. Sloan. 1189.)