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Poem by James Tytler Lass’, Gin Ye Lo’e Me I hae laid a herring in saut, Lass, gin ye lo’e me, tell me now! I hae brewed a forpit o’ maut*, And I canna come ilka day to woo I hae a calf will soon be a cow Lass, gin ye lo’e me tell me now! I hae a pig will soon be a sow, And I canna come ilka day to woo I’ve a house on yonder muir, Lass, gin ye lo’e me, tell me now! There sparrows may dance on the floor, And I canna come ilka day to woo. I hae a but and I hae a ben, Lass, gin ye lo’e me, tell me now! I hae three chickens and a fat hen, And I canna come ilka day to woo. I’ve a hen wi’ a happity leg, Lass, gin ye lo’e me, tell me now! Which ilka day lays me an egg, And I canna come ilka day to woo. I hae a kebbuck upon my shelf, Lass, gin ye lo’e me, tak me now! I downa eat it all myself And I winna come ony mair to woo. *quarter-peck of malt. James Tytler James Tytler's other poems: 1904 Views |
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