Duke of Gordon's three daughters (1840-1850)/The brewer laddie
THE BREWER LADDIE.
In Perth there lived a bonny lad,
A brewer to his trade O,
And he has courted Peggy Roy,
A rum and handsome maid O.
Chorus—She's a rum one fal de reedle ay do, &c.
He courted her for seven long years,
All for to gain her favour,
But there came a lad out of Edinburgh town,
And he swore that he would have her.
Wilt thou go along with me,
Wilt thou go my honey?
And wilt thou go alongst with me,
And leave your own dear Johnnie?
Yes, I'll go along with you,
And along with you I'll ride O,
Yes, I'll go along with you,
Altho' I'm the brewer's bride O.
The brewer he came home at e'en.
Enquiring for his honey,
Her father he made this reply,
I never seen her since Monday.
Be it not or be it so,
Little it does grieve me,
I'm a young man free as you may see,
And a small thing will relieve me.
There is as good fish in the sea,
As ever yet was taken,
I'll cast my net once o'er again,
Altho' I am forsaken.
She's rambled up, she's rambled down,
She's rambled through Kirkaldy,
And many's the time she's rued the day
She forsaked her brewer laddie.
She's rambled up, she's rambled down,
She's rambled through Perth town O,
And when she came to the brewer's door,
She was ashamed to gang in O!
He's drawn his course where e'er he's gane,
His country he has fled O!
He's not left a shift upon her back,
Nor a blanket on her bed O!
The brewer he set up in Perth,
And often brewed strong ale O!
And he has courted a bonny lass,
And ta'en her to his sell O!
Ye lovers all where'er ye be,
By me now take a warning.
And never slight your ain true love,
For fear you get a waur ane.
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This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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