The Musical Charmer/Neil Gow's Strathspey

by Anonymous

Neil Gow’s Strathspey.

Of a' the springs that e’er were play’d,out-o’er at Habbie s Howe,Whar Allan sang, that canty blade,there’s none like Neil Gow.

Let ilka stirrah swet an’ strang,Tak up his lassie wi a bang,An' fit the floor the bale day lang,For bonny Neil Gow.

Young Duncan in the highlan' glen,gangs whistlin’ at the plow.Till i ka strath, an’ brae, an fen,resounds wi' Neil Gow.

Let ilka stirrah, &c.

O happy sight! to see the plaidflung down upo' the know,While ilka supple Celtic bladecries. Up wi' Neil Gow.Let ilka stirrah, &c.

There’s Jack out-o'er his kan o’ grog,abast the Vessel’s prow,Wi’ glee he tipples out his cog,an’ sings out Neil Gow.Let ilka stirrah, &co.

The Sodger, new come frae the war;will hirple as he dow,An’ wag his sit, for a’ his fears,to canty Neil Gow.Let ilka stirrah, &c.

The Cotter, at his ingle-cheek,sits noddin’ o’er the low,But waken' him, an’ gar him speak,he’ll cry for Neil Gow.Let ilka stirrah. &c.

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