"Since nathing's awa', as we can learn, The kirn's to kirn, and milk to earn; Gae butt the house, lass, and waken my bairn, And bid her come quickly ben." The servant gade where the daughter lay, 45 The sheets was cauld, she was away; And fast to her goodwife can say, "She's aff with the gaberlunzie-man." "O fy gar ride, and fy gar rin, And haste ye, find these traytors again; 50 For she's be burnt, and he's be slain, The wearifu' gaberlunzie-man." Some rade upo' horse, some ran a-fit, The wife was wood, and out o' her wit; She cou'd na gang, nor yet cou'd she sit, 55 But ay she curs'd and she ban'd. Mean time far hind out o'er the lee, Fu' snug in a glen, where nane cou'd see, The twa, with kindly sport and glee, Cut frae a new cheese a whang. 60 The priving was good, it pleas'd them baith; To lo'e her for aye he gae her his aith; Quo' she, "To leave thee, I will be laith, My winsome gaberlunzie-man. "O kend my minny I were wi' you, 65 Illfardly wad she crook her mou; Sic a poor man she'd never trow, After the gaberlunzie-man." "My dear," quo' he, "ye're yet o'er young, And ha' na lear'd the beggars tongue, 70 To follow me frae town to town, And carry the gaberlunzie on. "Wi' cauk and keel, I'll win your bread, And spindles and whorles for them wha need, Whilk is a gentil trade indeed, 75 To carry the gaberlunzie, O. I'll bow my leg, and crook my knee, And draw a black clout o'er my eye; A cripple or blind they will ca' me, While we shall be merry and sing." THE TURNAMENT OF TOTENHAM.