The Lum Hat Wantin' the Croon The burn was big wi' spate And there cam tumblein' doon, Topsalterie, the half of a gate An auld fish-hake, and a great muckle skate, And a lum hat wantin' th' croon The auld wife stood on th' bank, As they gied swirlin' roon, She took a guid look, and syne says she, "There's food and there's firin' gaen tae th' sea, And a lum hat wantin' th' croon!" So she gruppit th' branch of a saugh, And she kickit off ane of her shoon, An' she stuck oot her fit, but it caught in the gate, An' awa' she went wi' th' great muckle skate, An' a lum hat wantin' th' croon! She floated fu' many a mile, Past cottage and village and toon, She'd an awfu' time astride of the gate, Though it seemed t'gree fine wi' th' great muckle skate, And the lum hat wantin' th' croon! A fisher was waukin' th' deck, By the licht of his pipe and th' moon, When he sees an auld body astride of a gate, Come bobbin' along in the waves wi' a skate, And a lum hat wantin' th' croon! "There's a man overboard!" cries he, "Ye hear?" quo she, "I'll droon! A man overboard? It's a wife on a gate! It's auld Mistress Mackintosh here wi' a skate, And a lum hat wantin' th' croon! Was she nippit tae death at th' Pole? Has India bakit her broon? I canna tell that, but whatever her fate, I'll wager ye'll find t'was shared by a gate, And a lum hat wantin' th' croon! There's a moral attached tae my song: On greed ye should aye gie a froon! When ye think of the wife that was lost for a gate, An auld fish hake and a great muckle skate, And a lum hat wantin' th' croon! JB APR99
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