Nay Greet For Me Lass

Nay greet for me, I yet live ne'er was I a bairn to ye mind me ere I once were when drouthy neibors met t'were to tak a dram or two then tak the gate na think on lang miles nor of sulky dame as frae her ye flee 'd na catch'd wi' a skellum blethering lik a blellum ah lass na greet for me by the auld haunt kirk auld Nick a towzie tyke nay catch'd this bogle who scre'd the pipes and gart them all a skirl til skies a' did dirl an in cauld hand held a candle his ain soul now bereft bides her lass, nay greet for me translation Do not cry for me, I yet live never was I a baby to you mind me as I once was when thirsty neighbours met it was to share a dram or two then take the road home do not think of long miles nor of sullen wife as from her you fled not to be caught as a waster rambling like a boaster do not cry for me lass by the old haunted church Old Nick a shaggy dog could not catch this ghost who screwed the pipes and make them squeal until the heavens all ring and in his hand a candle held his ain soul now bereft bides her, lass do not cry for me