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BARM, OR CUSHEN-DANCE 1

I'LL trip upon trenchers, I'll dance upon dishes,
My mither sent me for barm, for barm!
And thro' the kirk yard I met wi' the laird,
The silly poor body could do me no harm,
But down i' the park I met with the clerk,
And he gied 2 me my barm, my barm!

"SANDY," quo' he, "lend me your mill,"
"Sandy," quo' he, "lend me your mill,"
"Sandy," quo' he, "lend me your mill,"
"Lend me your mill," quo' Sandy.

II

Sandy lent the man his mill,

And the man got a loan of Sandy's mill,
And the mill that was lent was Sandy's

mill,

And the mill belong'd to Sandy.

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"AULD wife, auld wife, will you go a-shearing?"

Speak a little louder, sir, I'm unka dull o'1

hearing."

"Auld wife, auld wife, shall I come and

kiss ye?"

"I think I hear some better, sir, the Lord in heaven bless 2 ye!"

very

devil's

SOME

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say the deel's1 dead,

The deel's dead, the deel's dead,
Some say the deel's dead
And buried in Kirka'dy,2

And some say he's risen agen
He's risen agen, he's risen agen,

And some say he's risen and run
Awa wi' the Highland ladie !4

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1 deil always II 2 Kirkcaldy, town in Fifeshire again three times II 4 risen again, and danced the Highland laddie Chambers's Popular Rhymes, p. 383.

XC

SOME say that care kill'd the cat
And fell'd her and made her to die,
But I will do better than that,
For the never a care will have I.

XCI

CUMSLIE stands on Cumslie hill,
The water it runs by Cumslie mill,
The mill and the kiln stands bonnylie :
And up with the Whippers of Cumslie!

1 Marginal note in pencil (Walter Scott's): When the said Preacher fled before the Philistines.

such a stir

barley meal oatmeal

D. MODERN SONGS IN THE POPULAR
STYLE; BROADSIDES

XCIII

DUNCAN GRAY

I

CAN ye play me Duncan Gray?

High, hey the girdin o't,

O'er the hills and far away?

High, hey &c.

Duncan he came here to woo

drunk

vomit

one end, other end of the house

On a day when we were fou',1

And Meg she swore that she wou'd spew,
If he gaed her the girdin o't.

II

But Duncan he came here again,

High, hey &c.

And a' was out but Meg her lane,
High, &c.

He kiss'd her but, he kiss'd her ben,
He bang'd a thing against her wame,
But trouth I now forgot its name,
But I trow she got the girdin o't.

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1 Cp. The Wowing of Jock and Jynny (Bannatyne MS fol. 137) in Laing's Early Popular Poetry of Scotland and the Northern Border, Hazlitt's edition, 1895, vol. ii. p. 25, v. 1, lines 1-2:

Robeyns Jock came to wow our Jynny,
On our feist-evin when we were fow &c.