The Merry Muses of Caledonia/Coming o'er the Hills o' Coupar
COMING O'ER THE HILLS O' COUPAR.
Tune—"Ruffian's Rant."
An old song with internal evidence that it hails from the East coast.
Coming o'er the Hills o' Coupar,
Coming o'er the Hills o' Coupar,
Donald in a sudden wrath,
Ran his Highland dirk into her.
Donald Brodie met a lass,
Coming o'er the Hills o' Coupar,
Donald wi' his Highland wand.
Sounded a' the bits about her.
Coming o'er, &c.
Weel I wat she was a quean
Wad mak' a body's mouth to water;
Our mess John, wi's auld grey pow,
His holy lips wad lickit at her.
Coming o'er, &c.
Up she started in a fright,
And o'er the braes what she could bicker,
Let her gang, said Donald now.
For in her a—e my shot is sicker.
Coming o'er, &c.