This page has been validated.
[6]
GOWF MY LOGIE.
To it's own Proper Tune.
Of modest maids in simple weeds,
I've nothing for to say man,
But against the game of hawking wench,
I'll tell you and you'll stay man.
And ye busk sae bra' lassie,
and ye busk sae bra',
The lads will crack your maidenhead,
and that's against the law.
I've nothing for to say man,
But against the game of hawking wench,
I'll tell you and you'll stay man.
And ye busk sae bra' lassie,
and ye busk sae bra',
The lads will crack your maidenhead,
and that's against the law.
I view them aft come to the church,
with meal upon their hair man;
Whom I have seen in former times,
with back and buttocks bare man.
O do not look so high lassie,
O do not look so high,
You'll mind your mither was but poor
tho' now you drink your tea.
with meal upon their hair man;
Whom I have seen in former times,
with back and buttocks bare man.
O do not look so high lassie,
O do not look so high,
You'll mind your mither was but poor
tho' now you drink your tea.
Those dirty maids come to the church,
holding their mouths so mim man,
Like riddle rims their tails go round,
fine coats stript in the loom man.
O vow but ye be vogie lassie,
O vow but ye be vogie,
You're proud to wear that whorelike coat,
its name is gowf my logie.
holding their mouths so mim man,
Like riddle rims their tails go round,
fine coats stript in the loom man.
O vow but ye be vogie lassie,
O vow but ye be vogie,
You're proud to wear that whorelike coat,
its name is gowf my logie.
