Robert Anderson (Роберт Андерсон)

Will and Kate

Now, Kate, full forty years ha'e flown,
Sin we met on the green;
Frae that to this the saut, saut tear
Has oft stuid i' my een:
For when the bairns were some peet-heet,
Tou kens I leam'd my knee-
Lal todlen things, in want o' bread-
O that went hard wi' me!


Then tou wad cry, 'Come, Wully, lad,
'Keep up thy heart-ne'er fear!
'Our bits o' bairns 'll scraffle up,
'Sae dry that sworry tear:
'There's Matthew's be an alderman;
'A bishop we'll mak Guy;
Lal Ned sal be a clogger;
'Dick sal work for tee and I.'


Then when our crops were spoil'd wi' rain,
Sir Jwohn mud hev his rent;
What cud we dee? nee geer had we-
Sae I to jail was sent:
'Twas hard to starve i' sec a pleace,
Widout a frien to trust;
But when I thought o' thee and bairns,
My heart was like to brust.


Neist, Etty, God was pleas'd to tek,
What then, we'd seeben still;
But whee kens what may happen-suin
The smaw-pox did for Bill:
I think I see his slee-black een,
Then he wad chirm and talk,
And say, Ded, ded; Mam, mam, and aw,
Lang, lang ere he cud walk.


At Carel, when, for six pound ten,
I selt twee Scotty kye,
They pick'd my pocket i' the thrang,
And de'il a plack had I;
'Ne'er ack!' says tou, 'we'll work for mair,'
'It's time eneugh to fret;
A pun o' sorrow wunnet pay
'Ae single ounce o' debt.'


Now, todlen down the hill o' leyfe,
Auld yage has brought content;
And, God be thank'd our bairns are up,
And pay Sir Jwohn his rent:
When, seyde by seyde aw day we sit,
I often think and grieve,
It's hard that deeth sud part auld fwok,
When happy they can leve.

1. Epitaph on Maria of the Cottage
2. Feckless Wully
3. Epistle the First
4. Mad Margery
5. Song 1. A Lassie and a Gill

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