HAUDAWAT GEORDY. 139 



In next week's sheet they plain tauld me 

 I'd stown some verses frae Drumlee, 

 Eha ! I seyght when the trickthey saw, 

 An' cried that's fearfu' Wall o' the Eaw. 



Ne'er heed nae mair, the brasses I'll chip, 



Wi' Pearson girnin' at my hip ; 



A braw lord yet, I'll be that's shoor, 



And think nae mair of Shafto Moor. 



My lass sail be a lady grand, 



Wi' diamond rings on every hand, 



Her beautiful figure will grace my ha* 



Then ye'll touch yer caps to Wull o' the Eaw, 



CUM sit thou doon my canny lad, 



Th' trowth ta thou aw'll tell man ; 

 Aw' 11 let thou hear a canny bit sang 



AVe meade aboot mawsel man. 

 Th' penny readins '11 seun be here, 



When aw'll sing leyke onie bordie ; 

 Jf.n when aw gie them th' graybord-hop, 



They'll a' shoot Haudaway Greordy. 



