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A COCK-LAIRD, fou cadgie,
Wi' Jennie did meet;
And ca'd her his sweet.
Jennie, Jennie ?
Jo Jennie, quo' he.
If I gae alang wi' thee,
Ye maunna fail
And guid hackit kail.
Jennie ? quo' he;
Guid meat for thee ?
Gin I gang alang wi' you,
I maun hae a silk hood,
And a silk snood,
gane wud, I trow,
Gin ye'd hae me look bonnie,
And shine like the moon,
period generally assigned to the composition is 1710, when Forbes was a very young man. The woods around Kilravock house are said to have been the favourite resort of this interesting pair. * Such is the epithet usually given in Scotland to a very small proprietor.
Otherwise laber-beards; i. e. long stripy pieces of the herb called kail, which, on being raised by the spoon from a plate of broth, generally beslabber [Scottice, laber,] the chin of the individual who is supping them.
I maun hae katlets and patlets,
And cam'rel-heel'd shoon;
And rings twa or three.
And I maun bae pinners,
With pearlins set roun',
And a waistcoat o' brown.
Jennie, quo' he,
Are fitter for thee.
My lairdship can yield me
As muckle a-year,
And guid knockit bear ;
Oh, Jennie, Jennie,
A penny, quo' he.
The borrowstown merchants
Will sell ye on tick;
Although they should break :
The fools are set free,
In the Abbey, I quo she.
Abbey-laird is a 'cant phrase for the unfortunate persons who are obliged to elude the prosecutions of their creditors, by taking refuge in the well-known Sanctuary of the Abbey of Holyrood.
$ The version here given of “ the Cock-Laird” is partly from the Orpheus Caledonius, (1733,) and partly from a more recent copy.
ARGYLE IS MY NAME.
SAID TO BE BY JOHN DUKE OF ARGYLE AND
GREENWICH-[Born 1678—DIED 1743.]
TUNE-Bannocks o' Barley Meal. Argyle is my name, and you may think it strange, To live at a court, yet never to change; A’ falsehood and flattery I do disdain, In my secret thoughts nae guile does remain. My king and my country's foes I have faced, In city or battle I ne'er was disgraced ; I do every thing for my country's weal, And feast upon bannocks o' barley meal.
I will quickly lay down my sword and my gun,
I'll buy a rich garment to gie to my dear,
Gin Maggie should chance to bring me a son, He'h fight for his king, as his daddy has done ; He'll hie him to Flanders, some breeding to learn, And then hame to Scotland, and get him a farm.
And there we will live by our industry,
NIY WIFE HAS TA’EN THE GEE.
TUNE-My Wife has ta'en the Gee.
A FRIEND o' mine cam here yestreen,
And he wad hae me down
In the neist burrows town:
Sae far the waur for me;
My wife had tane the gee.
The truth I tell to you,
We a' were roarin' fou.
And the tear blinds aye
But sit and tak’ the gee.
* From Herd's Collection, 1776. Another conjecture or tradition gives this song to James Boswell.
In the mornin' sune, when I cam doun,
The ne'er a word she spake ;
her head she'd shake. My dear, quoth I, what aileth thee,
To look sae sour on me? I'll never do the like again,
If you'll ne'er tak the gee.
When that she heard, she ran, she flang
Her arms about my neck; And twenty kisses, in a crack;
And, poor wee thing, she grat. If you'll ne'er do the like again,
But bide at bame wi' me, I'll lay my life, I'll be the wife
That never taks the gee.*
THE BONNIE LASS O' BRANKSOME.
TUNE_The Bonnie Lass O' Branksome.
As I cam in by Teviot side,
And by the braes of Branksome, There first I saw my bonny bride,
Young, smiling, sweet, and handsome.
And white as alabaster;
In straightness nane surpass'd her.
Life glow'd upon her lip and cheek,
Her clear een were surprising, And beautifully turn'd her neck,
Her little breasts just rising :
* From Herd's Collection, 1776.