Come Under My Plaidie Come under my plaidie the nights gane ta fa' Come in frae the cold blast, the drift and the snaw Come under my plaidie and sit doon beside me There's room in it lassie believe me for twa Come under my plaidie and sit doon beside me I'll hap ye frae every cauld wind that can blaw Comme under my plaidie and sit doon beside me There's room in it lassie believe me for twa Gae wa wi your plaidie auld Donald gae wa I fear nae the cauld blast, the drift or the snaw Gae wa wi your plaidie, I'll no sit beside ye Ye might be my gutcher(grandfather)auld Donal gae wa I'm gaun tae meet Johnnie, He's young and he's bonnie He's been at Meg's bridle fu' trig and fu braw Nane dances sae lightly,sae gracefu' sae tightly His cheeks like the new rose, his brow's like the snaw Dear Marion let that flee stick tae the wa Your Jock's but a gowk and has naethin' ava' The hale o' his pack he has no on his back He's thirty and I am but three score an twa Be frank noo an' kin'ly I'll busk ye aye finely, Tae kirk or tae merket they'll few gang sae braw A bien hoose tae bide in a chaise for tae ride in And flunkies tae tend ye as aft as ye ca' My faither aye tellt me my mither an a Ye'd mak a guid husband and keep me aye braw It's true I lo' Johnnie, he's young and he's bonnie But wae's me I ken he has naethin ava' I hae little tocher ye've made a guid offer I'm noo mair than twenty my time is but sma' Sae gie me yer plaidie, I'll creep in beside ye I thocht ye'd been aulder than three score an' twa. This is from the Tannahill Weavers' "The Mermaids Song" CD. AG oct99
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