Logie O'Buchan |
George Halkett, 1736
O Logie O Buchan, O Logie the laird They have taken away Jemy the delight of the yard He played on his pipe and his vilot so small They have taken away Jemy the flower of them all. Chorus: |: She's a-thinking long lassie though I gang awa' :| The summer is coming cold winter is awa' I'll come back and see you in spite of them all.
2. Oh Sandy has houses and gear and has kye |
3. My daddy looks sulky my mamy 'looks sour They frown upon Jemy because he is poor I loved them as well as a daughter should do But not half so well, my Jemy, as you. Chorus:
4. I'll sit on my crippy and spin at my wheel |