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[Words composed on
the 7th of August, 2005, by DDJ, to the midi music of Sue
Keller's 'Cranberry Rag']
Mak me, feel sae guid
Is fit ye dae sae weil,
An' syne, I shair sid
Lood chirm oot hoo I feel.
Gien me, mony a thirl
Is, fit, ye dae as weil.
Aye, syne, I shair wull
Aft shaw ye jist hoo I feel.
Poor oot, joco luv
Is fit ye dae richt weil,
An', sae, I shair hiv
Rale rizzons guid tae feel.
Ayewyes bein, verra kine
Is fit ye've kythed, lang syne,
An' shair, I wull jine
Fowks nae weeshin' ye tae ivver tine.
I, shair, thenk Gweed, fer feshin fowks jist the liks o' ye,
Fa tent fer ain an' a', wi' a' thit they maun daur e'er gie.
I, shair, thenk Gweed fer feshin fowks jist the liks o' ye,
Fa tent an' aye gie.
I, shair, thenk Gweed, fer feshin fowks jist the liks o' ye,
Fa tent fer ain an' a', wi' a' thit they maun daur e'er gie.
I, shair, thenk Gweed fer feshin fowks jist the liks o' ye,
Fa tent an' aye gie.
Mak me, feel sae guid
Is fit ye dae sae weil,
An' syne, I shair sid
Lood chirm oot hoo I feel.
Gien me, mony a thirl
Is jist fit, ye dae as weil.
Aye, noo syne, I shairly wull
Aft shaw ye aft jist hoo I ralely feel.
Poorin',
Ye're luv
Is fit ye dae richt weil,
Och, aye,
I shair hiv
Rale rizzons guid tae feel.
Ayewyes bein,
Affa kine
Is fit ye've kythed, lang syne.
I, shair, thenk Gweed, fer feshin fowks jist the liks o' thee,
the liks o' thee,
Fa tent fer ain an' a', wi' a' thit they maun daur e'er gie an'
gie.
I, shair, thenk Gweed, fer feshin fowks jist the liks o' thee,
the liks o' thee,
Fa tent fer ain an' a', wi' a' thit they maun daur e'er gie.
Poorin',
Ye're luv
Is fit ye dae richt weil,
Oh, aye,
I shair hiv
Rale rizzons guid tae feel.
Ayewyes bein,
Affa kine
Is fit ye've kythed, lang syne.
I, shair, thenk Gweed, fer feshin fowks jist the liks o' thee,
the liks o' thee,
Fa tent fer ain an' a', wi' a' thit they maun daur e'er gie an'
gie.
I, shair, thenk Gweed, fer feshin fowks jist the liks o' thee,
the liks o' thee,
Fa tent fer ain an' a', wi' a' thit they maun daur e'er gie.
Mak me, feel sae guid
Is fit ye dae sae weil,
An' syne, I shair sid
Lood chirm oot hoo I feel.
Gien me, mony a thirl
Is jist fit, ye dae as weil.
Aye, syne, I shair wull
Aft shaw ye aft jist hoo I ralely feel.
Poor oot, joco luv
Is fit ye dae richt weil,
An', sae, I shair hiv
Rale rizzons guid tae feel.
Ayewyes bein, verra kine
Is fit ye've kythed, lang syne,
An' shair, I wull jine
Fowks nae weeshin' ye tae ivver tine. |
