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A KINTRA SCHULEMAISTER.
Should you now desire
That the soup be flavoury,
Stir it once around,
With a stalk of savory,
When the broth is made,
Nothing can excel it:
Then three times a day
Let the patient smell it.
If he chance to die,
Say 'twas Nature did it:
If he chance to live,
Give the soup the credit.
That the soup be flavoury,
Stir it once around,
With a stalk of savory,
When the broth is made,
Nothing can excel it:
Then three times a day
Let the patient smell it.
If he chance to die,
Say 'twas Nature did it:
If he chance to live,
Give the soup the credit.
A Kintra Schulemaister's Fareweel Tae the Right Side O' His Black Coat.
Fareweel, my auld an' trusty frien',
Ye're no the day as ye hae been,
When ye were glossy, black, and sheen
As raven's wing;
But at you noo ilk ane, I ween,
Maun hae his fling.
Ye're no the day as ye hae been,
When ye were glossy, black, and sheen
As raven's wing;
But at you noo ilk ane, I ween,
Maun hae his fling.
I've had you on at mony a rockin',
Where there was fiddlin', fun, an' jokin',
An' nae a ane sat glum or croakin'
Amid the thrang,
But ilk ane laid aside his mopin'
For dance an' sang.
Where there was fiddlin', fun, an' jokin',
An' nae a ane sat glum or croakin'
Amid the thrang,
But ilk ane laid aside his mopin'
For dance an' sang.
At kirk an' market, or the fair,
Feint a coat was brawer there;
But noo ye're turnin' broon an' bare,
An' wearin' thin,
So fare-ye-weel for evermair,
I'll turn you in.
Feint a coat was brawer there;
But noo ye're turnin' broon an' bare,
An' wearin' thin,
So fare-ye-weel for evermair,
I'll turn you in.
When first I wore you on my back,
I then could baud a twasome crack
With that douce magnate, Bailie Black,
Or Rich, the banker;
Na—even the Provost kindly spak,
Withoot a hanker.
I then could baud a twasome crack
With that douce magnate, Bailie Black,
Or Rich, the banker;
Na—even the Provost kindly spak,
Withoot a hanker.