Four Popular Songs (2)/My Mither Men't My Auld Breek's
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My Mither Men’t My Auld Breeks.
My mither men't my auld breeks, an wow but they were duddyAn' sent me to get shod her mare, at Robin Tamson's smiddy;The smiddy stands beside the burn that wimples thro' the clachan,I never yet gae by the door, but aye I fa' a laughin'.
For Robin was a walthy earle, an' had ae bonnie dochter.Yet ne'er wad let her tak a man, tho mony lads had sought her:But what think ye o' my exploit? the time our mare was shoeing,I slipet up beside the lass, an briskly tell a wooing.
An’ aye she e’ed my auld breeks, the time that we sat crackin'.Quo' I my lass ne'er mind the clous, Ive new anes for the makin;But gin ye'll just come home wi' me an' lea the earle your faitherYe'se get my breeks to keep in trim. mysel' an' a thegither.
Deed lad quo she your offers fair, I really think I ll tak‘ it.Sae gang awa' get out the mare we‘ll baith sl p on the back o t;For gin I wait my father's time. I'll wait till I be fiftyBut na; I ll marry in my prime, an' mak a wife fu' thrifty.
Auld Robin girned an' sheuk his pow, guid sooth quo' he you're merryBut I'll just tak ye at your word an' end this hnrry burry; So Robin an' our auld gudewife, agreed to creep thegither Now I hae Robin Tamson's pet An' Robin has my mither.