Gei's a song, ach no' the noo.
Whit's wrang hen? that's no like you.
Ah'm jist no ready, ah canny think
mibye a need some mair tae drink.
"Gei hur annurrer" wis the command
then she'll sing tae beat the band
Efter a few, poured withoot measure
she says "cum oan noo, name yer pleasure"
Whit's it tae be? ah'll sing whit ye want.
she wis confident she could chant.
Is it Rabbie, Shirley ur Lena Martell?
this lassie wis said tae hiv a voice like a bell.
By this time folk wur gettin' fed up wi the
patter
Fur Christ's sake sing, it disny matter.
If she disnt sing, ah'll no borra
see ah'm up fur ma wurk re morra.
The lassie finally stood up,
drinkin' Lanny fae a china cup.
Hur song wis long bit no' forgotten
She could sing nane, -- she wis BLIDDY ROTTEN !!! |
