^^6 Collectanea.
Dance to your daddy, my little lady, Dance to your daddy, my bonny lamb, An' ye'll get a fishie in a little dishie, An' a whirligiggie an' a supple Tam.
We are a' King William's men,
Ma thurie an' my thorie, An' we are a' King William's men
Within a golden sorie.^
Pit the doggie to the mill.
This gait an' that gait, Tak' a lick oot o' this wifie's pyock, An' a lick oot o' the neist wifie s pyock,
An' a drink at the mill dam. An' gang hame, loup for spang, loup for spang, loup for spang !
My father an' mither wis Irish,
An' I am Irish too, I boucht a fiddle for ninepence.
An' it wis Irish too, An' a' the tunes 'at it could play Wis " owre the hills an' far away," I bruck it here, I bruck it there, An' 1 bruck it through the middle.
As I gaed by ray aunty's door
My aunty wis suppin' sowens, I socht a sup, I got a sup,
I socht a suppy mair \ She gaed me in the moo Wi' the red het spurtle, An' burnt it an' left but a hair. An' here's it !
{Parish of Cruden.)
^Cf. Shetland carol, "We are a' Queen Mary's Men." County Folklore, vol. iii., p. 253.
