Poem by Robert Burns

Scroggam

THERE was a wife wonn’d in Cockpen, 
        Scroggam;
She brew’d gude ale for gentlemen,
Sing auld Cowl, lay you down by me,
Scroggam, my dearie, ruffum.

The gudewife’s dochter fell in a fever,
        Scroggam;
The priest o’ the parish fell in anither,
Sing auld Cowl, lay you down by me,
Scroggam, my dearie, ruffum.

They laid the twa i’ the bed thegither,
        Scroggam;
That the heat o’ the tane might cool the tither.
Sing auld Cowl, lay you down by me,
Scroggam, my dearie, ruffum.

1. Sleep’st Thou, or Wak’st Thou
2. It Is Na, Jean, Thy Bonnie Face
3. Canst Thou Leave Me Thus?
4. Simmer’s a Pleasant Time
5. Fairest Maid on Devon Banks

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