He has ta'en her in his arms twa, lo, lifted her canny, He has thrown her out ower board, his ain dear Annie: As the ship sailed, bonny Annie she swam, And she was at Ireland as soon as them. (_fey_, doomed. _canny_, carefully.) He made his love a coffin of the gowd sae yellow, And buried his bonny love doun in a sea valley. THE LAIRD O' DRUM [Illustration: 0185] |The Laird o' Drum is a wooing gane, It was on a morning early, And he has fawn in wi' a bonny may, A-shearing at her barley. "My bonny may, my weel-faur'd may, O will you fancy me, O; And gae and be the Lady o' Drum, And lat your shearing abee, O?" (_fawn_, fallen.) "It's I canna fancy thee, kind sir, I winna fancy thee, O, I winna gae and be Lady o' Drum, And lat my shearing abee, O. "But set your love on anither, kind sir, Set it not on me, O, For I am not fit to be your bride, And your whore I'll never be, O. "My father he is a shepherd mean, Keeps sheep on yonder hill, O, And ye may gae and speer at him, For I am at his will, O." Drum is to her father gane, Keeping his sheep on yon hill, O; And he has gotten his consent That the may was at his will, O. "But my dochter can neither read nor write, She was ne er brought up at scheel, O; But weel can she milk cow and ewe, And mak a kebbuck weel, O. "She'll win in your barn at bear-seed time, Cast out your muck at Yule, O, She'll saddle your steed in time o' need, And draw off your boots hersel', O." (_kebbuck_, cheese. _win_, go.) "Have not I no clergymen? Pay I no clergy fee, O? Ill scheel her as I think fit, And as I think weel to be, O. [Illustration: 0187] "I'll learn your lassie to read and write, And I'll put her to the scheel, O; Shell neither need to saddle my steed, Nor draw off my boots hersel', O. "But wha will bake my bridal bread, Or brew my bridal ale, O; And wha will welcome my bonny bride, Is mair than I can tell, O." Drum is to the hielands gane, For to mak a' ready, And a' the gentry round about, Cried, "Yonder's Drum and his lady! "Peggy Coutts is a very bonny bride, And Drum is a wealthy laddy, But he might hae chosen a higher match, Than ony shepherd's lassie." Then up bespak his brither John, Says, "Ye've deen us mickle wrang, O; Ye've married een below our degree, A lake to a' our kin, O." "Hold your tongue, my brither John, I have deen you na wrang, O; For I've married een to work and win, And ye've married een to spend, O. "The first time that I had a wife, She was far abeen my degree, O; I durst na come in her presence, But wi' my hat upo' my knee, O. (_lake_, reproach.) "The first wife that I did wed, She was far abeen my degree, O; She wadna hae walk'd to the yetts o' Drum, But the pearls abeen her bree, O.