An taen the best weather by the spauld.
7
Aff o the weather he took the skin,
An rowt his bonny lady in.
8
‘I dare na thump you, for your proud kin,
But well sall I lay to my ain weather’s skin.’
E
Jamieson’s Popular Ballads, I, 324.
An taen the best weather by the spauld.
7
Aff o the weather he took the skin,
An rowt his bonny lady in.
8
‘I dare na thump you, for your proud kin,
But well sall I lay to my ain weather’s skin.’
Jamieson’s Popular Ballads, I, 324.