My Collier Laddie
“Whare live ye, my bonielass?
And tell me what they ca’ye;”
“My name,” she says, “is mistress Jean,
And I follow the Collier laddie.”
“My name, she says, &c.
“See you not yonhills and dales
The sun shines on sae brawlie;
They a’ are mine, and they shall be thine,
Gin ye’ll leave your Collier laddie.
“They a’ are mine, &c.
“Ye shall gangin gay attire,
Weelbuskit up sae gaudy;
And ane to wait on every hand,
Ginye’ll leave your Collier laddie.”
“And aneto wait, &c.
“Tho’ ye had a’the sun shines on,
And the earth conceals saelowly,
I wad turn my back on you and it a’,
And embrace my Collier laddie.
“I wadturn my back, &c.
“I can win my five pennies in a day,
An’spen’t at night fu’brawlie:
And make my bed in the collier’s neuk,
And lie down wi’my Collier laddie.
“And make my bed, &c.
“Love for love is the bargain for me,
Tho’ the weecot-house should haudme;
and the warld before me to winmy bread,
And fair fa’my Collier laddie!”
“And the warldbefore me, &c.
