The Scottish songs - National Library of Scotland

561
JOHNNY.
Bid ice-sliogles hammer red gauds on the studdy,
And fair summer mornings nae mair appear ruddy
Bid Britons think ae gate, and when they obey thee.
But never till that time, believe I'll betray thee.
Leave thee, leave thee I I'll never leave thee !
The starns shall gae withershins ere I deceive thee !*
THE WEARY FUND O' TOW.
[old verses.]
Tune— T/iC -weary Fund 6* Tore,
The weary pund, the weary pund^
The weary pund o' tow ;
I thought my wife wad end her life
Before she span her tow.
I bought my wife a stane o' lint,
As good as e'er did grow,
And a' that she could mak o' that
Was ae weary pund o' tow.
The weary pund, &c.
There sat a bottle in a bole,
Ayont the ingle low,
And aye she took the tither sook,
To drook -j- the stoury tow.
The weary pund, &c.
For shame, said I, you dirty dame,
Gae spin your tap o' tow
* Prom the Tea-Table Miscellany, 1724.
t Sic, in orig. ; but the word, I believe, should be dracJc, which implies
the act of making up a powdery, or other dry stuff, into a consistence by
means of water. A woman, for instance, in baking oatmeal cakes, first
dracks the meal with water,
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