THE GABERLUNZIEMAN
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Oh the pawky auld carle cam o'er the lea
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Wi' mony guid-e'ens and guid-days tae me
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Sayin', "Guid wife for your charity
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Would you lodge a leal poor man?"
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Laddie wi my tow-ro-ae
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Well the nicht being cauld, the carle being wat
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It's doon ayant the ingle he sat
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My dochters shouthers he began tae clap
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And cadgily ranted and sang
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Laddie wi' my tow-ro-ae
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Between the twa was made a plot
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They'd rise a wee afore the cock
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And wilily they shot the lock
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And fast to the bent they are gane
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Laddie wi' my tow-ro-ae
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The aul wife gaed whaur the beggar lay
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The strae was cauld, he was away
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She clappit her hands cryin
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"Waladay!
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For some of our gear will be gane"
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Laddie wi my tow-ro-ae
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The servant gaed whaur the dochtor lay
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Th sheets were cauld, she was away
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And fast to the guid wife she gan say
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"Shes awa wi the Gaberlunzieman"
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Laddie wi' my tow-ro-ae
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"O fy gar ride and fy gar rin
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And haste ye find these traitors again!
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For she's be burnt and he's be slain
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The wearyful beggarman"
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Laddie wi' my tow-ro-ae
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Meanwhile farhind oot o'er the lea
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Fu-snug in a glen where nane could see
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The twa wi' kindly sport and glee
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Would lo'e the hale day lang
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Laddie wi' my tow-ro-ae
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Oh the lady cam riding o'er the lea,
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efter mony years her guidwife tae see
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She had wedded a lord, nae begger he,
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That had gaed as the beggarman
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Laddie wi' my tow-ro-ae
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Well the lady came riding o'er the strand
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Wi' fower and twenty at her command
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She was the brawest in the land
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And she went wi' the beggarman
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Laddie wi' my tow-ro-ae
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The Gaberlunzieman
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| Andy M. Stewart |
