Cook-maidens all, be ready at my call,
Hae a’ your pats an pans a-reekin;
For the finest o flowrs, gae through your bowrs,
For the Earl o Aboyne ‘s a comin.
L
Motherwell’s Note-Book, p. 54. “An old woman (native of Banfshire) sings ‘The Earl of Aboyne,’ beginning:”
The Lord Aboyn’s to London gone,
And his hail court wi him;
Better he had staid at hame,