HAUDAWAY GEORDY. 141 



En Skott it did for Wallace bleed, 

 En the Braes abean Benawe, man ; 



Tli' Keelder Hunt en Wanny's en a', 

 Hu, thor nout leyke sangs et a' man. 



Bit thors yen thay ca' th' Big Meat Pie, 



Man it mun be a stunner ; 

 En if aw nobbit hed that sang, 



Aw'l gar them laff leyke thunner. 

 En when thay shoot back, cum back, 



Aw gie them, nu let me see, man, 

 That's it begocks, aw hev hor noo, 



Aw'll gie them aw's on th' spree, man. 



It wis doon at th' Faastean last year, 



When on th' stage thay gat ma ; 

 Aw hard them say that's eh canny leyke lad, 



En th' lasses a' leukt at ma. 

 Then aw ga them the graybord hop, 



When the band play'd on th' Kordy; 

 Th' gam wis on when thay clapt thor han's, 



En a' shootit Haudaway Geordy. 



On th' Tewsday last at fower o'clock, 



Aw gat eh grand luv letter, 

 Frev a canny lass, hor neam aw'll not tell, 



But aw knaw she leeves doon th' wetter, 



