The Lammy/Chapter 1
THE LAMMY.
Whare hae ye been a’ day,
My boy Tammy?
Whare hae ye been a’ day,
My boy Tammy?
I've been by burn and flowery brae,
Meadow green and mountain grey,
Courting o' this young thing,
Just new come frae her mammy.
And whare gat ye that young thing,
My boy Tammy?
I gat her down on yonder howe,
Smiling on a broomy knowe,
Herding a wee lamb and ewe,
For her poor mammy.
What said ye to the bonny bairn,
My boy Tammy?
I praised her een sae bonny blue,
Her dimpled cheek and bonnie mou,
I prie'd it aft, as ye may trow———
She said she'd tell her mammy.
I held her to my beating heart!
My young, my smiling lammie!
I hae a house it cost me dear,
I've wealth o'plenishing and gear;
Ye'se get it a' war't ten times mair,
Gin ye will leave yonr mammy.
We’ll tak her hame and make her fain,
My ain kind-hearted lammie!
We'll gi'e her meat, we'll gie her claise,
Well be her comfort a' her days;
The wie thing gies her hand and says,
There gang and ask my mammy,
Has she been to the kirk wi' thee,
My boy l'ammy?
She has been to tbe kirk wi' me,
And the tear was in her e'e-
But oh she's but a young thing,
Just come frae her mammy.