478 Rattling, Roaring Willie. By the late Sir W. Elliot. 



VIII. 



1 Awa wi' your kirks an' sessions, 



Ye're aye right fond o' mischief, 

 You threaten me wi' the creepie, 



And ca's me ware than a thief. 

 And ca's me ware than a thief, 



Provokes me to curse an' ban, 

 And threatens me wi' the creepie, 



But deil sit on it gin ye gang. 

 IX. 

 ; my bonnie Meggie, 



Be constant and be kind, 

 What ware wou'd ye be, Meggie, 



To lay your lips to mine : 

 To lay your lips to mine, 



'Twill neither cure nor kill, 

 For kissing is but a touch, 



And a touch will do nae ill. 

 X. 

 Get ye gane noo, Willie, 



Vex me nae mair wi' din ; 

 For it is not my intention 



This night to lat you in. 

 For whether it cure or kill, 



Ye sanna be kiss'd by me ; 

 Sae gang the road ye came, 



For ever ye lat me be. 



XL 



farewell then, my Meggie, 

 Farewell then and adieu ; 



It's been a misspent time 

 That I hae spent wi' you. 



1 hae widden the water, 



I hae sail'd the sea ; 

 And I've deene mair for Meggie 

 Nor ere she'll do for me. 



XII. 



Farewell then my Meggie, 



Farewell for a' time ; 

 I hope the next time that we meet, 



I hope you'll be mair kind. 

 Now I'll take up myself 



Among jovial companie, 

 And live a bachelor's life, 



And come nae mair to thee. 



