Gat ye me, O gat ye me,
O gat ye me wi’ naething?
Rock and reel, and spinnin’ wheel,
A mickle quarter basin.
Bye attour, my gutcher has
A hich house and a laigh ane,
A’ for bye, my bonnie sel’,
The toss of Ecclefechan.
II.
O haud your tongue now, Luckie Laing,
O hand your tongue and jauner;
I held the gate till you I met,
Syne I began to wander:
I tint my whistle and my sang,
I tint my peace and pleasure:
But your green graff, now, Luckie Laing,
Wad airt me to my treasure.
CLVI.
THE COOPER O’ CUDDIE.
Tune—“Bab at the bowster.”
[The wit of this song is better than its delicacy: it is printed in the Museum, with the name of Burns attached.]
I.
The cooper o’ Cuddie cam’ here awa,
And ca’d the girrs out owre us a’—
And our gudewife has gotten a ca’
That anger’d the silly gude-man, O.
We’ll hide the cooper behind the door;
Behind the door, behind the door;
We’ll hide the cooper behind the door,
And cover him under a mawn, O.