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They houkit his grave in Duket's kirk-yard,E'en far frae the companie;But whan they were gawn to lay'm i'the yird,The feint a dead nor dead was he.
And whan they brought him to Duket's kirk-yard,He dunted on the kist, the boards did flie,And whan they were gawn to put'm i'the yird,In fell the kist, and out lap he.
He cry'd, I'm cauld, I'm unca cauld,Fu' fast ran the fowk, and fu' fast ran he:But he was first hame at his ain ingle side,And he helped to drink bis ain dirgie.
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THE HAPPY STRANGER.
As I was walking one morning in spring,To hear the birds whistle & nightingale sing,I heard a fair maid and she was making her moan,Saying, I am a poor stranger and far from my own.
I stept up unto her, and made a low gee, And asked her pardon for making so free,Saying, I have taken pity on hearing you moan,As I am a stranger, and far from my own.
Her cheeks blush'd like roses and she shed a tear,And says, Sir, I wonder at meeting you here,But I hope you'll not ill use me in this desart alone,As I am a poor stranger, and far from my own.
My dear to ill use you indeed I ne'er will,My heart's blood to save you indeed I would spill,I'd strive for to ease and relieve all your moan,And wish to convey you safe back to your home,
Therefore my dear jewel, if you would agree,And if ever you marry to marry with me,
