Robert Burns - How To Know Him by William Allan Neilson
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page 231 of 334 (69%)
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Yet let my country need me, with Elliot to head me,
I'd clatter on my stamps at the sound of a drum. And now, tho' I must beg, with a wooden arm and leg, And many a tattered rag hanging over my bum, I'm as happy with my wallet, my bottle, and my callet, [trull] As when I used in scarlet to follow a drum. What tho' with hoary locks I must stand the winter shocks, Beneath the woods and rocks oftentimes for a home? When the t'other bag I sell, and the t'other bottle tell, I could meet a troop of hell at the sound of the drum. Recitativo He ended; and the kebars sheuk [rafters shook] Aboon the chorus roar; [Above] While frighted rattons backward leuk, [rats, look] An' seek the benmost bore. [inmost hole] A fairy fiddler frae the neuk, [nook] He skirled out _Encore!_ [shrieked] But up arose the martial chuck, [darling] And laid the loud uproar. Air TUNE: Sodger Laddie I once was a maid, tho' I cannot tell when, And still my delight is in proper young men; |
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