ISBN: 1236340019

[EAN: 9781236340016], Neubuch, HEW AINSLIE,LITERARY,SCOTLAND, This item is printed on demand. Paperback. This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can downlo… Plus…

[EAN: 9781236340016], Neubuch, HEW AINSLIE,LITERARY,SCOTLAND, This item is printed on demand. Paperback. This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1855 Excerpt: . . . it, Kate. Sae draw us anither drappy, Kate, An gie us a cake to our cappy, Kate; For, by spiggot an pin! Its waur than a sin, To flit when we re sitting sae happy, Kate. LETS DRINK TO OUR NEXT MEETING. Lets drink to our next meeting, lads, Nor think on whats atwixt; Theyre fools wha spoil the present hour, By thinking on the next. Then heres to Meg o Morning side, An Kate o Kittlemark; The taen she drank her hose and shoon, one The tither pawned her sark. other A load o wealth, an warldly pelf, They say is sair to bear; Sae hes a gouk, would scrape an houk, scratch To make his burden mair. Then here s, and c. Gif care looks black the morn, lads, As hed come doon the lum; chimney Lets ease our hearts by swearing, lads, We never bade him come. Then here s, and c. Then heres to our next meeting, lads, Neer think on whats atwixt; They re fools who spoil the present hour, By thinking on the next. Then here s, and c. MAGGIE MGEE. Aye gie me auld Maggie McGee, man, Wi her cozy auld howff at Knockree, man; ale-house For gin ye want a drap, if Bet frae stoup or frae caup, Seek the gauntry o Maggie McGee, man. dull dough Should your head be as dowff as the daigh, man, An your heart in your fecket lie laigb, man; rest Gae down to Knockree, Speer for Maggie McGee, ask An lay your lugs deep in a quaich, man. Ay weels on ye, Maggie McGee, lass, Tho yere runkld, an short o an ee, lass; I mind the day, Meg, Whan the birkies would beg, wags Your braw sappy lips for to prie, lass. taste Its kent ye had proffers enew, lass, An our Laird, baith whan sober an fu, lass, Aft vowd wi an aith, Shoud his Kate slip her breath, Ye should lady it doon at Cardoo, lass. Tarn Dudgeon wha dealt wi the Manks, lass, Him ye led like a shelty i. . . This item ships from La Vergne,TN.<

2012, ISBN: 1236340019

[EAN: 9781236340016], Neubuch, [PU: Not Avail, United States], Brand New Book ***** Print on Demand *****. This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can down… Plus…

[EAN: 9781236340016], Neubuch, [PU: Not Avail, United States], Brand New Book ***** Print on Demand *****. This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1855 Excerpt: .it, Kate. Sae draw us anither drappy, Kate, An gi e us a cake to our cappy, Kate; For, by spiggot an pin! It s waur than a sin, To flit when we re sitting sae happy, Kate. LET S DRINK TO OUR NEXT MEETING. Let s drink to our next meeting, lads, Nor think on what s atwixt; They re fools wha spoil the present hour, By thinking on the next. Then here s to Meg o Morning side, An Kate o Kittlemark; The taen she drank her hose and shoon, one The tither pawned her sark. other A load o wealth, an warldly pelf, They say is sair to bear; Sae he s a gouk, would scrape an houk, scratch To make his burden mair. Then here s, c. Gif care looks black the morn, lads, As he d come doon the lum; chimney Let s ease our hearts by swearing, lads, We never bade him come. Then here s, c. Then here s to our next meeting, lads, Ne er think on what s atwixt; They re fools who spoil the present hour, By thinking on the next. Then here s, c. MAGGIE M GEE. Aye gi e me auld Maggie McGee, man, Wi her cozy auld howff at Knockree, man; ale-house For gin ye want a drap, if Be t frae stoup or frae caup, Seek the gauntry o Maggie McGee, man. dull dough Should your head be as dowff as the daigh, man, An your heart in your fecket lie laigb, man; rest Gae down to Knockree, Speer for Maggie McGee, ask An lay your lugs deep in a quaich, man. Ay weels on ye, Maggie McGee, lass, Tho ye re runkl d, an short o an e e, lass; I mind the day, Meg, Whan the birkies would beg, wags Your braw sappy lips for to prie, lass. taste It s kent ye had proffers enew, lass, An our Laird, baith whan sober an fu , lass, Aft vow d wi an aith, Shou d his Kate slip her breath, Ye should lady it doon at Cardoo, lass. Tarn Dudgeon wha dealt wi the Manks, lass, Him ye led like a shelty i.<

2012, ISBN: 1236340019

[EAN: 9781236340016], Neubuch, [PU: Not Avail, United States], Brand New Book ***** Print on Demand *****.This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can downl… Plus…

[EAN: 9781236340016], Neubuch, [PU: Not Avail, United States], Brand New Book ***** Print on Demand *****.This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1855 Excerpt: .it, Kate. Sae draw us anither drappy, Kate, An gi e us a cake to our cappy, Kate; For, by spiggot an pin! It s waur than a sin, To flit when we re sitting sae happy, Kate. LET S DRINK TO OUR NEXT MEETING. Let s drink to our next meeting, lads, Nor think on what s atwixt; They re fools wha spoil the present hour, By thinking on the next. Then here s to Meg o Morning side, An Kate o Kittlemark; The taen she drank her hose and shoon, one The tither pawned her sark. other A load o wealth, an warldly pelf, They say is sair to bear; Sae he s a gouk, would scrape an houk, scratch To make his burden mair. Then here s, c. Gif care looks black the morn, lads, As he d come doon the lum; chimney Let s ease our hearts by swearing, lads, We never bade him come. Then here s, c. Then here s to our next meeting, lads, Ne er think on what s atwixt; They re fools who spoil the present hour, By thinking on the next. Then here s, c. MAGGIE M GEE. Aye gi e me auld Maggie McGee, man, Wi her cozy auld howff at Knockree, man; ale-house For gin ye want a drap, if Be t frae stoup or frae caup, Seek the gauntry o Maggie McGee, man. dull dough Should your head be as dowff as the daigh, man, An your heart in your fecket lie laigb, man; rest Gae down to Knockree, Speer for Maggie McGee, ask An lay your lugs deep in a quaich, man. Ay weels on ye, Maggie McGee, lass, Tho ye re runkl d, an short o an e e, lass; I mind the day, Meg, Whan the birkies would beg, wags Your braw sappy lips for to prie, lass. taste It s kent ye had proffers enew, lass, An our Laird, baith whan sober an fu , lass, Aft vow d wi an aith, Shou d his Kate slip her breath, Ye should lady it doon at Cardoo, lass. Tarn Dudgeon wha dealt wi the Manks, lass, Him ye led like a shelty i.<