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...THERE was five Carlins in the South,
 They fell upon a scheme,
To send a lad to London town,
 To bring them tidings hame.


Nor only bring them tidings hame,
 But do their errands there,
And aiblins gowd and honor baith
 Might be that laddie’s share.


There was Maggy by the banks o’ Nith,
 A dame wi’ pride eneugh;
And Marjory o’ the mony Lochs,
 A Carlin auld and teugh.

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...r loud and louder blew,
The dancers quick and quicker flew,
The reel’d, they set, they cross’d, they cleekit,
Till ilka carlin swat and reekit,
And coost her duddies to the wark,
And linkit at it in her sark!


 Now Tam, O Tam! had they been queans,
A’ plump and strapping in their teens!
Their sarks, instead o’ creeshie flainen,
Been snaw-white seventeen hunder linen!—
Thir breeks o’ mine, my only pair,
That ance were plush o’ guid blue hair,
I wad hae gien them off my hurdie...Read more of this...

...bonie wi’ thyme:
Turn out on her guard in the clap o’ a hand,
 And the thyme it is wither’d, and rue is in prime.


The carlin gaed thro’ them like ony wud bear,
 Hey, and the rue grows bonie wi’ thyme;
Whae’er she gat hands on cam near her nae mair,
 And the thyme it is wither’d, and rue is in prime.


A reekit wee deevil looks over the wa’,
 Hey, and the rue grows bonie wi’ thyme;
“O help, maister, help, or she’ll ruin us a’!”
 And the thyme it is wither’d, and rue is in pr...Read more of this...

...he stack he faddom’t thrice 13
 Was timmer-propt for thrawin:
He taks a swirlie auld moss-oak
 For some black, grousome carlin;
An’ loot a winze, an’ drew a stroke,
 Till skin in blypes cam haurlin
 Aff’s nieves that night.


A wanton widow Leezie was,
 As cantie as a kittlen;
But och! that night, amang the shaws,
 She gat a fearfu’ settlin!
She thro’ the whins, an’ by the cairn,
 An’ owre the hill gaed scrievin;
Whare three lairds’ lan’s met at a burn, 14
 To dip her left sa...Read more of this...

...ly dry;
The chiel that’s a fool for himsel’,
 Guid L—d! he’s far dafter than I.


RecitativoThen niest outspak a raucle carlin,
Wha kent fu’ weel to cleek the sterlin;
For mony a pursie she had hooked,
An’ had in mony a well been douked;
Her love had been a Highland laddie,
But weary fa’ the waefu’ woodie!
Wi’ sighs an’ sobs she thus began
To wail her braw John Highlandman.


AirTune—“O, an ye were dead, Guidman.”A Highland lad my love was born,
The Lalland laws he held in sc...Read more of this...

...ome sark-necks I wad draw tight,
 An’ tie some hose well.


God bless your Honours! can ye see’t—
The kind, auld cantie carlin greet,
An’ no get warmly to your feet,
 An’ gar them hear it,
An’ tell them wi’a patriot-heat
 Ye winna bear it?


Some o’ you nicely ken the laws,
To round the period an’ pause,
An’ with rhetoric clause on clause
 To mak harangues;
Then echo thro’ Saint Stephen’s wa’s
 Auld Scotland’s wrangs.


Dempster, 3 a true blue Scot I’se warran’;
Thee, aith-de...Read more of this...

...pair o’ shoon,
 Just gaun to see you;
An’ ev’ry ither pair that’s done,
 Mair taen I’m wi’ you.


That auld, capricious carlin, Nature,
To mak amends for scrimpit stature,
She’s turn’d you off, a human creature
 On her first plan,
And in her freaks, on ev’ry feature
 She’s wrote the Man.


Just now I’ve ta’en the fit o’ rhyme,
My barmie noddle’s working prime.
My fancy yerkit up sublime,
 Wi’ hasty summon;
Hae ye a leisure-moment’s time
 To hear what’s comin?


Some rhyme a n...Read more of this...

...b in fury.

Flouted him the drunken churl,
Jeered at him the serving-girl,
Prompt to please her master;
And the begging carlin, late
Fed and clothed at Ury's gate,
Cursed him as he passed her.

Yet, with calm and stately mien,
Up the streets of Aberdeen
Came he slowly riding;
And, to all he saw and heard,
Answering not with bitter word,
Turning not for chiding.

Came a troop with broad swords swinging,
Bits and bridles sharply ringing,
Loose and free and forward;
Quoth the fo...Read more of this...

...loud and louder blew;
The dancers quick and quicker flew;
They reeled, they set, they crossed, they cleekit,
Till ilka carlin swat and reekit,
And coost her duddies to the wark,
And linket at it in her sark!

Now Tam, O Tam! had they been queans,
A' plump and strapping in their teens;
Their sarks, instead o' creeshie flainen,
Been snaw-white seventeen hunder linen!— 
Thir breeks o' mine, my only pair,
That ance were plush, o' gude blue hair,
I wad hae gi'en them off my hurdi...Read more of this...

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