Ancient and modern Scottish songs, heroic ballads, etc Volume 2; a page for page reprint of the edition of 1776; with memoir and illustrative notes

by David Herd

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1870 ...awa' hame; Lang have I fought thee, dear have I bought thee, Now have I gotten my Willie again. Thro' the lang muir I have follow'd my Willie, Thro' the lang muir I have follow'd him hame, Whatever betide us, nought fhall divide us; Love now rewards all my forrow and pain. Here awa', there awa', here awa', Willie, Here awa', there awa', here awa' hame, Come Love, believe me, nothing can grieve me, Ilka thing pleafes while Willie's at hame, Drap of Capie--O. THERE liv'd a wife in our gate-end, She lo'ed a drap of capie--0, And all the gear that e'er me gat, She flipt it in her gabie--O. Upon a frofly winter's night, The wife had got a drapie--O, And fhe had pifh'd her coats fae weil, She could not find the patie--O. But fhe's awa' to her goodman, They ca'd him Tamie Lamie--O, Gae ben and fetch the cave to me, That I may get a dramie--O. Tamie was an honeft man, Himfelf he took a drapie--O, It was nae weil out o'er his craig, Till fhe was on his tapie--O. She paid him weil, baith back and fide, And fair me creifh'd his backie--O, And made his fkin baith blue and black, And gar'd his moulders crackie--O. Then he's awa' to the malt barn, And he has ta'en a pockie--O, He put her in, baith head and tail, And caft her o'er his backie--O. The carling fpurn'd wi' head and feet, The carle he was fae ackie--O, To ilka wall that he came by, He gar'd her head play knackie--0. Goodman, I think you'll murder me, My brains you out will knockie--O, He gi'd her ay the other hitch, Lie ftill, you devil's buckie--O, Goodman, I'm like to make my burn, O let me out, good Tamie--O; Then he fet her upon a dane, And bade her pirn a damie--O, Then Tamie took her aff the flane, And put her in the pockie--O, And when me did begin to fpurn, He lent her ay a knockie--O. Away he went to ...

60 pages, Paperback

Published January 1, 2012

About the author

David Herd is a poet, critic, and teacher. His collections of poetry include All Just (Carcanet 2012), Outwith (Bookthug 2012), and Through (Carcanet 2016), and his recent writings on the politics of human movement have appeared in Los Angeles Review of Books, Parallax and Almost Island. He is Professor of Modern Literature at the University of Kent, has worked with Kent Refugee Help since 2009, and is a coordinator of Refugee Tales.