Willy Rilly, or, The constant lovers/The Hurl Barrow

THE HURL BARROW,

When I was a wee thing,
and just like an elf
All the meat that e’er I gat,
I laid upon a shelf.

The rottens and the nice
they fell into a strife,

They wadna let my meat alane,
Till I gat a wife,

And when I gat s wife
she wadna bide therein,
Till I gat a hurl-barrow
to hurl her out and in.

The hurl-barrow brake,
my wife she gat a fa':
And the foul fa' the hurl-barrow,
cripple wife an’ a’.

She wadna eat nae bacon,
she wadna eat nae beef,
She wadna eat nae lang-kail,
for fyling o' her teeth

But she wad eat the bonnie bird,
that sit upon the tree.
Gamg down the burn Davie love,
and I sall follow thee.