The Scottish songs - National Library of Scotland
The Scottish songs - National Library of Scotland The Scottish songs - National Library of Scotland
680 WHAT AILS THE LASSES AT ME? ALEXANDER ROSS.* I AM a young bachelor winsome, A farmer by rank and degree, And few I see gang out more handsome. To kirk or to market, than me. I've outsight, and insight, and credit. And frae onie eelist I'm free I'm weel eneuch boarded and bedded What ails the lasses at me ? ; — ; My bughts of good store are na scanty. My byers are weel stocked wi' kye Of meal in my girnels there's plenty. And two or three easements forbye. A horse to ride out when they're weary. And cock wi' the best they can see And then be ca't dauty and deary— I wonder what ails them at me. I've tried them, baith Highland and Lowland, Where I a fair bargain could see The black and the brown were unwilling, The fair ones were warst o' the three. With jooks and with scrapes I've addressed them, Been with them baith modest and free But whatever way I caressed them. They were cross and were cankered wi' me. There's wratacks, and cripples, and cranshanks, And a' the wandoghts that I ken, * Author of an extended Scottish pastoral, entitled " The Fortunate Shepherdess." He was a contemporary and early friend of Beattie, who addressed a hobbling Scottish poem ,to him on the publication of his pastoral. He was schoolmaster of the wild parish of Lochlee, in Forfarshire, during the latter half of the last century. ; ;
681 Nae sooner they smile on the lasses, Than they are taen far enench ben But when I speak to them that's stately, I find them aye taen wi' the gee, And get the denial fu' flatly ; — ; What think ye can ail them at me ? I have a gude ojffer to make them, If they would but hearken to me ; And that is, I'm willing to take them. Gin they wad be honest and free. Let her wha likes best write a billet, And send the sweet message to me ; By sun and by moon, I'll fulfil it, Though crooked or crippled she be ! THE WANTON WIFE. ALLAN CUNNINGHAM. NiTH, trembling to the reaper's sang, Warm glitter'd in the harvest sun, And murmured down the lanesome glen, Where a wife of wanton wit did won. Her tongue wagged wi' unhaly wit, Unstent by kirk or gospel bann An' aye she wished the kirkyard mools Green growing o'er her auld gudeman. Her auld gudeman drapped in at e'en, Wi' harvest heuk—sair toiled was he ; Sma' was his cog and cauld his kail, Yet anger never raised his ee He blessed the little, and was blithe, While spak the dame, wi' clamorous tongue, ; ;
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680<br />
WHAT AILS THE LASSES AT ME?<br />
ALEXANDER ROSS.*<br />
I AM a young bachelor winsome,<br />
A farmer by rank and degree,<br />
And few I see gang out more handsome.<br />
To kirk or to market, than me.<br />
I've outsight, and insight, and credit.<br />
And frae onie eelist I'm free<br />
I'm weel eneuch boarded and bedded<br />
What ails the lasses at me ?<br />
;<br />
— ;<br />
My bughts <strong>of</strong> good store are na scanty.<br />
My byers are weel stocked wi' kye<br />
Of meal in my girnels there's plenty.<br />
And two or three easements forbye.<br />
A horse to ride out when they're weary.<br />
And cock wi' the best they can see<br />
And then be ca't dauty and deary—<br />
I wonder what ails them at me.<br />
I've tried them, baith Highland and Lowland,<br />
Where I a fair bargain could see<br />
<strong>The</strong> black and the brown were unwilling,<br />
<strong>The</strong> fair ones were warst o' the three.<br />
With jooks and with scrapes I've addressed them,<br />
Been with them baith modest and free<br />
But whatever way I caressed them.<br />
<strong>The</strong>y were cross and were cankered wi' me.<br />
<strong>The</strong>re's wratacks, and cripples, and cranshanks,<br />
And a' the wandoghts that I ken,<br />
* Author <strong>of</strong> an extended <strong>Scottish</strong> pastoral, entitled " <strong>The</strong> Fortunate<br />
Shepherdess." He was a contemporary and early friend <strong>of</strong> Beattie, who<br />
addressed a hobbling <strong>Scottish</strong> poem ,to him on the publication <strong>of</strong> his pastoral.<br />
He was schoolmaster <strong>of</strong> the wild parish <strong>of</strong> Lochlee, in Forfarshire,<br />
during the latter half <strong>of</strong> the last century.<br />
;<br />
;