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...rn’t to lee,
An’ syne Mess John, beyond expression,
 Fell foul o’ me.


A fornicator-loun he call’d me,
An’ said my faut frae bliss expell’d me;
I own’d the tale was true he tell’d me,
 “But, what the matter?
(Quo’ I) I fear unless ye geld me,
 I’ll ne’er be better!”


“Geld you! (quo’ he) an’ what for no?
If that your right hand, leg or toe
Should ever prove your sp’ritual foe,
 You should remember
To cut it aff—an’ what for no
 Your dearest member?”


“Na, na, (quo’ I,)...Read more of this...

...Mary, canst thou wreck his peace,
 Wha for thy sake wad gladly die?
Or canst thou break that heart of his,
 Whase only faut is loving thee?
If love for love thou wilt na gie,
 At least be pity to me shown;
A thought ungentle canna be
 The thought o’ Mary Morison....Read more of this...

...GANE is the day, and mirk’s the night,
But we’ll ne’er stray for faut o’ light;
Gude ale and bratdy’s stars and moon,
And blue-red wine’s the risin’ sun.


Chorus.—Then gudewife, count the lawin,
The lawin, the lawin,
Then gudewife, count the lawin,
 And bring a coggie mair.


There’s wealth and ease for gentlemen,
And simple folk maun fecht and fen’;
But here we’re a’ in ae accord,
For ilka man that’s drunk’s...Read more of this...

...bountith shall us twine
 Gin ye can labour lea.


I FEE’D a man at Michaelmas,
 Wi’ airle pennies three;
But a’ the faut I had to him,
 He could na labour lea,
 O can ye labour lea, &c.


O clappin’s gude in Febarwar,
 An’ kissin’s sweet in May;
But my delight’s the ploughman lad,
 That weel can labour lea,
 O can ye labour lea, &c.


O kissin is the key o’ luve,
 And clappin’ is the lock;
An’ makin’ o’s the best thing yet,
 That e’er a young thing gat.
 O can...Read more of this...

...no insist:
But, gif ye want ae friend that’s true,
 I’m on your list.


I winna blaw about mysel,
As ill I like my fauts to tell;
But friends, an’ folk that wish me well,
 They sometimes roose me;
Tho’ I maun own, as mony still
 As far abuse me.


There’s ae wee faut they whiles lay to me,
I like the lasses—Gude forgie me!
For mony a plack they wheedle frae me
 At dance or fair;
Maybe some ither thing they gie me,
 They weel can spare.


But Mauchline Race, or Ma...Read more of this...

...ill tent me when I cry?
Wha will kiss me where I lie?
 The rantin’ dog, the daddie o’t.


O wha will own he did the faut?
O wha will buy the groanin maut?
O wha will tell me how to ca’t?
 The rantin’ dog, the daddie o’t.


When I mount the creepie-chair,
Wha will sit beside me there?
Gie me Rob, I’ll seek nae mair,
 The rantin’ dog, the daddie o’t.


Wha will crack to me my lane?
Wha will mak me fidgin’ fain?
Wha will kiss me o’er again?
 The rantin’ dog, the dadd...Read more of this...

...ab, untidy man;
And though my clients I despise
I do the best I can
To comfort them with cheerful chat;
(Quite comme il faut, of course)
And furnish evidence so that
Their wives may claim divorce. 

But as this chap sobbed out his woes
I thought: How it's a shame!
His wife's a ***** and so he goes
And takes himself the blame.
And me behaving like a heel
To earn a filthy fee . . .
Said I: "You've had a dirty deal."
"What of yourself? said he. 

And ...Read more of this...

...l nwe
He ber in schelde and cote,
As tulk of tale most trwe
And gentylest knyyght of lote.
Fyrst he watz funden fautlez in his fyue wyttez,
And efte fayled neuer the freke in his fyue fyngres,
And alle his afyaunce vpon folde watz in the fyue woundez
That Cryst kayght on the croys, as the crede tellez;
And quere-so-euer thys mon in melly watz stad,
His thro thoyght watz in that, thurygh alle other thyngez,
That alle his forsnes he feng at the fyue joyez
That th...Read more of this...

...Sous le pont Mirabeau coule la Seine
Et nos amours
Faut-il qu'il m'en souvienne
La joie venait toujours après la peine.

Vienne la nuit sonne l'heure
Les jours s'en vont je demeure

Les mains dans les mains restons face à face
Tandis que sous
Le pont de nos bras passe
Des éternels regards l'onde si lasse

Vienne la nuit sonne l'heure
Les jours s'en vont je demeure

L'amour s'en va comme cette eau courant...Read more of this...

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O Mary, canst thou wreck his peace
Wha for thy sake wad gladly dee?
Or canst thou break that heart of his,
Whose only faut is loving thee?
If love for love thou wilt na gie,
At least be pity to me shown;
A thought ungentle canna be
The thought o' Mary Morison....Read more of this...

...i and fried corn-beef hash.
I deem he is a lucky soul
 Who has no need of girth control;
For in the old of age: 'Il faut
 Souffrir pour etre bean.'

Yet let me not be unconsoled:
 So many greybeards I behold,
Distinguished in affairs of state,
 In culture counted with the Great,
Have tummies with a shameless bulge,
 And so I think I'll still indulge
In eats I like without a qualm,
 And damn my diaphragm!'...Read more of this...

...orning daily;
I choose to call her Blithe Babette,
Because she's always humming gaily;
And though the Goddess "Comme-il-faut"
May look on her with prim expression,
It's Pagan Paris where, you know,
The queen of virtues is Discretion....Read more of this...

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