Buck o' Kingwatter (Robert Anderson) When I was single I rid a feyne naig And was caw'd the Buck o' King Watter, * Now the cwoat o' my back has got but ae sleeve And my breeks are a in a tatter. CHO: Sing Oh! The lasses! The lazy lasses, Keep frae the lasses o' Branton, I ne'er wad hae married, that day I married But I was young, feulish and wanton. I courtet a lass an angel I thowt- She's noo turn'd a picture ov evil; She geapes, yen may coont ivry tuith in her heed, An bawls fit to freeten the deevil. To-day she slipt oot, some 'bacco to buy, An bade me meynd rock the cradle; I cowpt owre asleep, but suin she corn in, An then brak mey heed wi' the ladle. I ne'er hed a neart to hannel a gun, Or I'd run away an leave her, She pretens to win purns ** but that's aw fun, They say she's owre keynd wi' the weaver. I dinnerless gang ae hawf o' the week; If we get a bit collop on Sunday, She cuts me nee mair ner wad physic a sneype; Then we've tateys an point, on Monday. Tho' weary o'leyfe, wid' a guid-fer-nowt weyfe, I wish I cud git sec anudder, An then I cud give the deevil the teane, For teakin away the tudder! Keep frae the lasses o' Branton! I ne'er wad hae married, the day I married, But I was young, feulish, an wanton. * The river King near Gilsland. ** Purn-(l) a Quil or Reed (2) the yarn wound on a Reed. Theme: A far from kind commentary upon the qualities of the ladies of Branton (Brampton - a market town to the east of Carlisle). Tune - The Breckans O' Branton JiB oct00
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