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The young laird o' the Lang Shaw
Has drunk her health in wine ;
The lassie was divine-
Than ony priest should say :
When Maggy gangs away?
The wailing in our green glen
That day will quaver high,
The laverock from the sky;
Will rise an' join the lay
When Maggy gangs away!
AULD JOHN BORTHICK.
TUNE-The Toper's Delight.
Auld John Borthick is gane to a weddin',
Frae Edinburgh owr to the east neuk o' Fife ; His cheeks they war thin, an' his colour was fadin',
But auld John Borthick was mad for a wife. His heart was as light as the lammie's in July,
An' saft as the mushroom that grows on the lee;
For bonny Miss Jeany had squeez'd it to ulzie
Wi' ae wily blink o'her bonny blue e'e.
He sat in a neuk in confusion an' anguish;
His gravat was suddled, but that wasna a'; His head wasna beld, but his brow was turn'd
langish; His teeth warna out, but they war turnin' sma'; He saw bonny Jeany afore him was landit;
He saw bonny Jeany was favour'd by a'; By lairds an' by nobles respectfully handit ;
An' wow but Miss Jeany was bonny an' braw ! “Alas!" quo' John Borthick, “they'll spoil the
An' gar her believe that she carries the bell; I'll ne'er hae a wife sae upliftit an' saucy ;
I cou’dna preserve her a month to mysel'. But yet she's sae handsome, sae modest, an' rosy,
The man wha attains her is blest for his life; My heart is a' earning to lie in her bosy. Oh! dear!" quo' John Borthick, “gin I had a
Lang Geordie was tipsy; he roar'd an' he rantit;
He danc'd an' he sang, an' was brimfu'o' glee ; Of riches, of strength, an' of favour he yauntit:
No man in the world sae mighty as he. But in cam his wife; he grew sober an’ sulky;
She bade him gang hame as he valued his life ;
Then cuff'd him, an'ca'd him an ass an'a monkey, “Ha! faith!" quo' John Borthick, “ I'll ne'er
hae a wife."
The bride an’ bridegroom to their bed they retir'd;
Miss Jeany was there, an' John Borthick an'a': He look'd at Miss Jeany, his heart was inspired;
Some said that the tears frae his haffits did fa'. He saw the bridegroom tak the bride in his bosom; He kiss'd her, caress'd her, an' ca'd her his life
3 John turn'd him about; for he couldna compose
“0, Lord!" quo' John Borthick,
a wife !"
gin I had
The mornin' appear'd, an the cobble was ready;
John Borthick was first at the end of the bay : But oh! to his sorrow he miss'd the sweet lady;
A beau had her under his mantle away, In less than a fortnight John Borthick was mar.
ried To ane wha might weel be the joy o' his life : But yet, wi' confusion an' jealousy worried,
He curses the day that he married a wife.