The fierce folk, the angry folk, the folk that steal and slay.




BONNACH FALLAIDH.

(THE REMNANT BANNOCK.)


O, the good-wife will be singing
When her meal is all but done--
Now all my bannocks have I baked,
I've baked them all but one;
And I'll dust the board to bake it,
I'll bake it with a spell--
O, it's Finlay's little bannock
For going to the well.

The bannock on the brander
Smells sweet for your desire--
O my crisp ones I will count not
On two sides of the fire;
And not a farl has fallen
Some evil to foretell!--
O it's Finlay's little bannock
For going to the well.

The bread would not be lasting,
'Twould crumble in your hand;