W' hand on hainch, an' upward e'e,
He croon'd his gamut, one, two, three,
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,
An' go wi' me an' be my dear;
An' then your every care and fear
May whistle owre the lave o't.
CHORUS.
I am a fidler to my trade,
An' a' the tunes that e'er I play'd,
The sweetest still to wife or maid,
Was, whistle owre the lave o't.
At kirns an' weddins we'se be there,
An' O sae nicely's we will fare!
We'll bowse about till Dadie Care
Sing whistle owre the lave o't.
I am, &c.
