Last May a braw wooer/Mucking o Geordie's byre

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MUCKING O GEORDIE'S BYRE.

As I went over yon meadow,
And carelessly passing alang,
I listened wi' pleasure to Jenny,
While mournfufy singing this sang:

The mucking o' Geordie's byre,
And the shooling the gruip sae clean.
Has aft gart sae spend the night sleepless,
And brought the saut tears frae my cen.

It was nae my father's intention,
Not was it my mither's desire,
That e'er I should fyle my fingers
Wi' the mucking o' Geordie's byre.
The mucking, &c.

Tho' the roads were ever sae dirty,
Or the day gae scoury and foul,
I wad aye be ganging wi' Geordie,
I liked it far better than school.
The muckihg, &c.

My brither abuses me daily,
For being wi' Geordie sae free;
My sister she ca's me hoedwinked,
Because he's below my degree.
The mucking, &c.

But weel do I like my young Geordie,
Although he was cunning and slee;
He ca's me his dear and his honey,
And I'm sure my Geordie loo's me.
The muckiug, &c.