Ye Wooer Lads What Greet An' Grane
Ye Wooer Lads What Greet An' Grane | |
Robert Tannahill
| Ye wooer lads wha greet an' grane, Wha preach an' fleech, an' mak' a mane, An' pine yoursels to skin and bane, Come a' to Callum Brogach: I'll learn you here the only art, To win a bonnie lassie's heart-- Just tip wi' gowd Love's siller dart, Like dainty Callum Brogach. | 2. I ca'd her aye my sonsie dow, The fairest flower that e'er I knew; Yet, like a souple spankie grew, She fled frae Callum Brogach: But soon's she beard the guinea ring, She turn'd as I had been a king, Wi' Tak my hand, or ony thing, Dear, dainty Callum Brogach. |
| 3. It's gowd can mak' the blind to see. Can bring respect where nane would be, And Cupid ne'er shall want his fee Frae dainty Callum Brogach: Nae mair wi' greetin' blind your een, Nae mair wi' sichin' warm the win', But hire the gettlin for your frien', Like dainty Callum Brogach. |