THE GABERLUNZIEMAN.[1024]
The pauky[1025]auld carle came ovir the lee,Wi’ mony good-e’ens and days to mee,Saying, “Goodwife, for zour courtesie,Will ze lodge a silly[1026]poor man?”The night was cauld, the carle was wat,And down azont[1027]the ingle he sat;My dochter’s shoulders he gan to clap,And cadgily[1028]ranted and sang.“O wow!” quo he, “were I as freeAs first when I saw this countrie,How blyth and merry wad I bee!And I wad nevir think lang[1029].”He grew canty[1030]and she grew fain,But little did her auld minny ken[1031]What thir slee twa togither were saynWhen wooing they were sa thrang[1032].“And O!” quo he, “ann[1033]ze were as blackAs evir the crown o’ your dadye’s hat’Tis I wad lay thee by my back,And awa wi’ me thou sould gang[1034]!”“And O!” quoth she, “ann I were as whyteAs evir the snaw lay on the dikeIld clead me braw[1035]and lady-like,And awa wi’ thee Ild gang!”Between the twa was made a plot,They raise a wee[1036]before the cock,And wyliely they shot the lock,And fast to the bent[1037]are they gane.Up the morn the auld wife raise,And at her leisure put on her claiths,Syne to the servants’ bed she gaesTo speir[1038]for the silly poor man.She gaed[1039]to the bed whair the beggar lay;The strae was cauld, he was away;Scho clapt her hands, cry’d “Dulefu’ day!For some of our geir[1040]will be gane.”Some ran to coffer and some to kist[1041],But nought was stown[1042]that could be mist.She danced her lane[1043], cry’d “Praise be blest!I have lodg’d a leal[1044]poor man.”“Since naithing’s awa, as we can learn,The kirn’s to kirn[1045]and milk to earn;Gae butt[1046]the house, lass, and waken my bairn,And bid her come quickly ben[1047].”The servant gaed where the dochter lay—The sheets was cauld, she was away;And fast to her goodwife can say[1048],“She’s aff with the gaberlunzieman.”“O fy gar ride[1049], and fy gar rin,And haste ze, find these traiters agen!For shee’s be burnt, and hee’s be slein,The wearifou[1050]gaberlunzieman!”Some rade upo’ horse, some ran a-fit[1051];The wife was wood[1052], and out o’ her wit;She could na gang, not yet could she sitBut ay did curse and did ban.Mean-time far hind, out owre[1053]the lee,Fu’ snug in a glen where nane could see,The twa, with kindlie sport and glee,Cut frae a new cheese a whang[1054].The prieving[1055]was gude, it pleas’d them baith;To lo’e her for ay he gae her his aith.Quo she, “To leave thee I will be laith,My winsome gaberlunzieman.“O kend my minny I were wi’ zou,Ill-fardly[1056]wald she crook her mou’.Sic a poor man sheld nevir trow[1057]Aftir the gaberlunzieman.”“My dear,” quo he, “zee’re zet owre zonge,And hae na learnt the beggar’s tonge,To follow me frae toun to toun,And carrie the gaberlunzie on:“Wi’ kauk and keel[1058]I’ll win zour bread,And spindles and whorles[1059]for them wha need—Whilk is a gentil trade indeed,The gaberlunzie to carrie O!I’ll bow[1060]my leg and crook my knee,And draw a black clout[1061]owre my e’e;A criple or blind they will cau me,While we sall sing and be merry O!”
The pauky[1025]auld carle came ovir the lee,Wi’ mony good-e’ens and days to mee,Saying, “Goodwife, for zour courtesie,Will ze lodge a silly[1026]poor man?”The night was cauld, the carle was wat,And down azont[1027]the ingle he sat;My dochter’s shoulders he gan to clap,And cadgily[1028]ranted and sang.“O wow!” quo he, “were I as freeAs first when I saw this countrie,How blyth and merry wad I bee!And I wad nevir think lang[1029].”He grew canty[1030]and she grew fain,But little did her auld minny ken[1031]What thir slee twa togither were saynWhen wooing they were sa thrang[1032].“And O!” quo he, “ann[1033]ze were as blackAs evir the crown o’ your dadye’s hat’Tis I wad lay thee by my back,And awa wi’ me thou sould gang[1034]!”“And O!” quoth she, “ann I were as whyteAs evir the snaw lay on the dikeIld clead me braw[1035]and lady-like,And awa wi’ thee Ild gang!”Between the twa was made a plot,They raise a wee[1036]before the cock,And wyliely they shot the lock,And fast to the bent[1037]are they gane.Up the morn the auld wife raise,And at her leisure put on her claiths,Syne to the servants’ bed she gaesTo speir[1038]for the silly poor man.She gaed[1039]to the bed whair the beggar lay;The strae was cauld, he was away;Scho clapt her hands, cry’d “Dulefu’ day!For some of our geir[1040]will be gane.”Some ran to coffer and some to kist[1041],But nought was stown[1042]that could be mist.She danced her lane[1043], cry’d “Praise be blest!I have lodg’d a leal[1044]poor man.”“Since naithing’s awa, as we can learn,The kirn’s to kirn[1045]and milk to earn;Gae butt[1046]the house, lass, and waken my bairn,And bid her come quickly ben[1047].”The servant gaed where the dochter lay—The sheets was cauld, she was away;And fast to her goodwife can say[1048],“She’s aff with the gaberlunzieman.”“O fy gar ride[1049], and fy gar rin,And haste ze, find these traiters agen!For shee’s be burnt, and hee’s be slein,The wearifou[1050]gaberlunzieman!”Some rade upo’ horse, some ran a-fit[1051];The wife was wood[1052], and out o’ her wit;She could na gang, not yet could she sitBut ay did curse and did ban.Mean-time far hind, out owre[1053]the lee,Fu’ snug in a glen where nane could see,The twa, with kindlie sport and glee,Cut frae a new cheese a whang[1054].The prieving[1055]was gude, it pleas’d them baith;To lo’e her for ay he gae her his aith.Quo she, “To leave thee I will be laith,My winsome gaberlunzieman.“O kend my minny I were wi’ zou,Ill-fardly[1056]wald she crook her mou’.Sic a poor man sheld nevir trow[1057]Aftir the gaberlunzieman.”“My dear,” quo he, “zee’re zet owre zonge,And hae na learnt the beggar’s tonge,To follow me frae toun to toun,And carrie the gaberlunzie on:“Wi’ kauk and keel[1058]I’ll win zour bread,And spindles and whorles[1059]for them wha need—Whilk is a gentil trade indeed,The gaberlunzie to carrie O!I’ll bow[1060]my leg and crook my knee,And draw a black clout[1061]owre my e’e;A criple or blind they will cau me,While we sall sing and be merry O!”
The pauky[1025]auld carle came ovir the lee,Wi’ mony good-e’ens and days to mee,Saying, “Goodwife, for zour courtesie,Will ze lodge a silly[1026]poor man?”The night was cauld, the carle was wat,And down azont[1027]the ingle he sat;My dochter’s shoulders he gan to clap,And cadgily[1028]ranted and sang.
The pauky[1025]auld carle came ovir the lee,
Wi’ mony good-e’ens and days to mee,
Saying, “Goodwife, for zour courtesie,
Will ze lodge a silly[1026]poor man?”
The night was cauld, the carle was wat,
And down azont[1027]the ingle he sat;
My dochter’s shoulders he gan to clap,
And cadgily[1028]ranted and sang.
“O wow!” quo he, “were I as freeAs first when I saw this countrie,How blyth and merry wad I bee!And I wad nevir think lang[1029].”He grew canty[1030]and she grew fain,But little did her auld minny ken[1031]What thir slee twa togither were saynWhen wooing they were sa thrang[1032].
“O wow!” quo he, “were I as free
As first when I saw this countrie,
How blyth and merry wad I bee!
And I wad nevir think lang[1029].”
He grew canty[1030]and she grew fain,
But little did her auld minny ken[1031]
What thir slee twa togither were sayn
When wooing they were sa thrang[1032].
“And O!” quo he, “ann[1033]ze were as blackAs evir the crown o’ your dadye’s hat’Tis I wad lay thee by my back,And awa wi’ me thou sould gang[1034]!”“And O!” quoth she, “ann I were as whyteAs evir the snaw lay on the dikeIld clead me braw[1035]and lady-like,And awa wi’ thee Ild gang!”
“And O!” quo he, “ann[1033]ze were as black
As evir the crown o’ your dadye’s hat
’Tis I wad lay thee by my back,
And awa wi’ me thou sould gang[1034]!”
“And O!” quoth she, “ann I were as whyte
As evir the snaw lay on the dike
Ild clead me braw[1035]and lady-like,
And awa wi’ thee Ild gang!”
Between the twa was made a plot,They raise a wee[1036]before the cock,And wyliely they shot the lock,And fast to the bent[1037]are they gane.Up the morn the auld wife raise,And at her leisure put on her claiths,Syne to the servants’ bed she gaesTo speir[1038]for the silly poor man.
Between the twa was made a plot,
They raise a wee[1036]before the cock,
And wyliely they shot the lock,
And fast to the bent[1037]are they gane.
Up the morn the auld wife raise,
And at her leisure put on her claiths,
Syne to the servants’ bed she gaes
To speir[1038]for the silly poor man.
She gaed[1039]to the bed whair the beggar lay;The strae was cauld, he was away;Scho clapt her hands, cry’d “Dulefu’ day!For some of our geir[1040]will be gane.”Some ran to coffer and some to kist[1041],But nought was stown[1042]that could be mist.She danced her lane[1043], cry’d “Praise be blest!I have lodg’d a leal[1044]poor man.”
She gaed[1039]to the bed whair the beggar lay;
The strae was cauld, he was away;
Scho clapt her hands, cry’d “Dulefu’ day!
For some of our geir[1040]will be gane.”
Some ran to coffer and some to kist[1041],
But nought was stown[1042]that could be mist.
She danced her lane[1043], cry’d “Praise be blest!
I have lodg’d a leal[1044]poor man.”
“Since naithing’s awa, as we can learn,The kirn’s to kirn[1045]and milk to earn;Gae butt[1046]the house, lass, and waken my bairn,And bid her come quickly ben[1047].”The servant gaed where the dochter lay—The sheets was cauld, she was away;And fast to her goodwife can say[1048],“She’s aff with the gaberlunzieman.”
“Since naithing’s awa, as we can learn,
The kirn’s to kirn[1045]and milk to earn;
Gae butt[1046]the house, lass, and waken my bairn,
And bid her come quickly ben[1047].”
The servant gaed where the dochter lay—
The sheets was cauld, she was away;
And fast to her goodwife can say[1048],
“She’s aff with the gaberlunzieman.”
“O fy gar ride[1049], and fy gar rin,And haste ze, find these traiters agen!For shee’s be burnt, and hee’s be slein,The wearifou[1050]gaberlunzieman!”Some rade upo’ horse, some ran a-fit[1051];The wife was wood[1052], and out o’ her wit;She could na gang, not yet could she sitBut ay did curse and did ban.
“O fy gar ride[1049], and fy gar rin,
And haste ze, find these traiters agen!
For shee’s be burnt, and hee’s be slein,
The wearifou[1050]gaberlunzieman!”
Some rade upo’ horse, some ran a-fit[1051];
The wife was wood[1052], and out o’ her wit;
She could na gang, not yet could she sit
But ay did curse and did ban.
Mean-time far hind, out owre[1053]the lee,Fu’ snug in a glen where nane could see,The twa, with kindlie sport and glee,Cut frae a new cheese a whang[1054].The prieving[1055]was gude, it pleas’d them baith;To lo’e her for ay he gae her his aith.Quo she, “To leave thee I will be laith,My winsome gaberlunzieman.
Mean-time far hind, out owre[1053]the lee,
Fu’ snug in a glen where nane could see,
The twa, with kindlie sport and glee,
Cut frae a new cheese a whang[1054].
The prieving[1055]was gude, it pleas’d them baith;
To lo’e her for ay he gae her his aith.
Quo she, “To leave thee I will be laith,
My winsome gaberlunzieman.
“O kend my minny I were wi’ zou,Ill-fardly[1056]wald she crook her mou’.Sic a poor man sheld nevir trow[1057]Aftir the gaberlunzieman.”“My dear,” quo he, “zee’re zet owre zonge,And hae na learnt the beggar’s tonge,To follow me frae toun to toun,And carrie the gaberlunzie on:
“O kend my minny I were wi’ zou,
Ill-fardly[1056]wald she crook her mou’.
Sic a poor man sheld nevir trow[1057]
Aftir the gaberlunzieman.”
“My dear,” quo he, “zee’re zet owre zonge,
And hae na learnt the beggar’s tonge,
To follow me frae toun to toun,
And carrie the gaberlunzie on:
“Wi’ kauk and keel[1058]I’ll win zour bread,And spindles and whorles[1059]for them wha need—Whilk is a gentil trade indeed,The gaberlunzie to carrie O!I’ll bow[1060]my leg and crook my knee,And draw a black clout[1061]owre my e’e;A criple or blind they will cau me,While we sall sing and be merry O!”
“Wi’ kauk and keel[1058]I’ll win zour bread,
And spindles and whorles[1059]for them wha need—
Whilk is a gentil trade indeed,
The gaberlunzie to carrie O!
I’ll bow[1060]my leg and crook my knee,
And draw a black clout[1061]owre my e’e;
A criple or blind they will cau me,
While we sall sing and be merry O!”