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The Pamphlet Collection of Sir Robert Stout: Volume 87

Logan's Beaes

Logan's Beaes.

By Logan's streams that rin sae deep,
Fu' aft wi' glee I've herded sheep.
I've herded sheep, or gathered slaes
Wi' my dear lad on Logan braes.
But, waes my heart, these days are gane,
And, fu' o' grief, I herd my lane,
While my dear lad maun face his faes,
Far, far frae me and Logan braes.

Nae mair at Logan kirk will he,
Atween the preachin's, meet wi' me,
Meet wi' me, or, when it's mirk,
Convey me hame frae [unclear: Lagan] kirk.

I weel may sing thae days are [unclear: goes]
Frae kirk and fair I come alane,
While my dear lad maun face his Far,
far frae me and Logan braes.

[At e'en, when hope amaist is gans,
I daunder dowie and forlane,
Or sit beneath the trystin'-tree,
Where first he spak' o' love to ma.
O! could I see thae days again,
My lover skaithless and my ain,
Rever'd by friends, and far frae faes,
We'd live in bliss on Logan braes.]

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The Women Are A' Gane Wud.
The women aro a' gano wud;
Oh, that ho had bidden awa!
He's turned their heads, the lad,
And ruin will bring on us a'.

I ayo was a peaceable man,
My wife she did doucely behave;
But now, do a' that I can,
She's just as wild as the lave.
The women, etc.

My wife she wears the cockaude,
Tho' she kens 'tis the thing that I hate;
There's ano too prined on her maid,
An' baitli will tak their ain gate.
The women, etc.

I've liev'd a' my days in the strath;
Now tories infest me at hame;
An' tho' I tak nae part at a',
Baith sidos do gio me the blame.
The women, etc.

The senseless creatures ne'er think,
What ill tho lad would bring back;
We'd hao tho Popo and tho deil,
An' a' the rest o' his pack.
The women, etc.

The wild hicland lads they did pass,
The yetts wido opon did flee;
They eat the very house bare,
And spierod nae leave o' me.
The women, etc.

But when tho red coats gaed by,
D'ye think they'd lot them alane;
They aye tho louder did cry,
Prince Charlie will soon get his ain.
The women, etc.