The Scottish songs - National Library of Scotland

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Wha gets her, needna say he's woo'd,
But he may say he's bought her, O.
Come draw a drap o' the best o't yet,
Come draw a drap o' the best o't yet
Gae seek for pleasure where ye will
But here I never miss'd it yet.
We're a' dry wi' drinking o't
We're a' dry wi' drinking o't ;
The minister kiss'd the fiddler's wife,
And couldna preach for thinking o't.*
TWINE YE WEEL THE PLAIDEN.
Oh I
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Tune— Twine ye weel the Plaiden.
I hae lost my silken snood.
That tied my hair sae yellow
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I've gi'en my heart to the lad I loo'd
He was a gallant fellow.
And twine it weel, my bonnie dow,
And twine ye weel the plaiden
The lassie lost her silken snood,
In pu'in' o' the bracken.
He praised my een sae bonnie blue,
Sae lily-white my skin, O
And syne he pried my bonnie mou,
And swore it was nae sin, O.
* From Johnson's Scots Musical Museum, Part III., 1790. This ditty
affords '& capital instance of the mechant spirit of Scottish song. The
Binger, during the first two or three verses, is apparently absorbed in the
idea of holding a saucy fair one light in comparison with the joys of drinking
; when all at once, without the least temptation, he is seized with a fit
of irreverence for.the clergy, and ends with a fling at that body, not less
unjust than unprovoked.
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