VI. And now a widow I must mourn When I think on John Highlandman. Sing, hey, &c. RECITATIVO. A pigmy scraper wi' his fiddle, Wha us'd to trystes and fairs to driddle, (He reach❜d nae higher,) Had hol'd his heartie like a riddle, An' blawn't on fire. W 'hand on hainch, an' upward e'e, Then in an arioso key, The wee Apollo Set off wi' allegretto glee His giga solo. AIR. Tune-WHISTLE OWRE THE LAVE O'T. Let me ryke up to dight that tear, CHORUS. I am a fiddler to my trade, II. At kirns an' weddins we'se be there, Sing whistle owre the lave o't. III. I am, &c. Sae merrily's the banes we'll pyke, IV. But bless me wi' your heav'n o' charms, And while I kittle hair on thairms, Hunger, cauld, an' a' sic harms May whistle owre the lave o't. I am, &c. RECITATIVO. Her charms had struck a sturdy Caird, An' draws a roosty rapier→→→ Wi' ghastly e'e, poor tweedledee, An' pray'd for grace wi' ruefu' grace, But tho' his little heart did grieve, When thus the Caird address'd her. AIR. Tune-CLOUT THE CAUDRON. I. My bonie lass I work in brass, A tinkler is my station; I've travell❜d round all Christian ground I've ta'en the gold, I've been enroll'd But vain they search'd, when off I march'd To go an' clout the caudron. I've ta'en the gold, &c. II. Despise that shrimp, that wither'd imp, An' take a share with those that bear An' by that stoop! my faith an' houpe, Var. "That monkey face, despise the race, Wi' a' their noise and cap'ring." If e'er ye want, or meet with scant, An' by that stoop, &c. RECITATIVO. The Caird prevail'd-th' unblushing fair In his embraces sunk ; Partly wi' love o'ercome sae sair, An' partly she was drunk: That show'd a man o' spunk, Wish'd unison between the pair, An' made the bottle clunk To their health that night. But hurchin Cupid shot a shaft, Her lord a wight o' Homer's* craft, Tho' limpan wi' the spavie, He hirpl❜d up an' lap like daft, An' shor'd them Dainty Davie O'boot that night. * Homer is allowed to be the oldest ballad-singer on record. |