On A Scotch Bard, Gone To The West Indie（1 / 3）
on a scotch bard, gone to the west indies
a' ye wha live by sowps o' drink,
a' ye wha live by crambo-clink,
a' ye wha live and never think,
come, mourn wi' me!
our billie 's gien us a' a jink,
an' owre the sea!
lament him a' ye rantin core,
wha dearly like a random splore;
nae mair he'll join the merry roar;
in social key;
for now he's taen anither shore.
an' owre the sea!
the bonie lasses weel may wiss him,
and in their dear petitions place him:
the widows, wives, an' a' may bless him
wi' tearfu' e'e;
for weel i wat they'll sairly miss him
that's owre the sea!
o fortune, they hae room to grumble!
hadst thou taen aff some drowsy bummle,
wha can do nought but fyke an' fumble,
'twad been nae plea;
but he was gleg as ony wumble,
that's owre the sea!
auld, cantie kyle may weepers wear,
an' stain them wi' the saut, saut tear;
'twill mak her poor auld heart, i fear,
in flinders flee:
he was her laureat mony a year, ↑返回顶部↑
a' ye wha live by sowps o' drink,
a' ye wha live by crambo-clink,
a' ye wha live and never think,
come, mourn wi' me!
our billie 's gien us a' a jink,
an' owre the sea!
lament him a' ye rantin core,
wha dearly like a random splore;
nae mair he'll join the merry roar;
in social key;
for now he's taen anither shore.
an' owre the sea!
the bonie lasses weel may wiss him,
and in their dear petitions place him:
the widows, wives, an' a' may bless him
wi' tearfu' e'e;
for weel i wat they'll sairly miss him
that's owre the sea!
o fortune, they hae room to grumble!
hadst thou taen aff some drowsy bummle,
wha can do nought but fyke an' fumble,
'twad been nae plea;
but he was gleg as ony wumble,
that's owre the sea!
auld, cantie kyle may weepers wear,
an' stain them wi' the saut, saut tear;
'twill mak her poor auld heart, i fear,
in flinders flee:
he was her laureat mony a year, ↑返回顶部↑