The Poetical Works of Robert Burns/Amang the Trees
AMANG THE TREES.
TUNE—'THE KING OF FRANCE, HE RADE A RACE.'
Amang the trees where humming beesAt buds and flowers were hinging, OAuld Caledon drew out her drone,And to her pipe was singing; O'Twas Pibroch, Sang, Strathspey, or Reels,She dirl❜d them aff fu' clearly, OWhen there cam a yell o' foreign squeels,That dang her tapsalteerie, O—
Their capon craws and queer ha ha's,They made our lugs grow eerie; OThe hungry bike did scrape and pikeTill we were wae and weary: O—But a royal ghaist wha ance was cas'dA prisoner aughteen year awa,He fir'd a fiddler in the northThat dang them tapsalteerie, O.
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