Low down i' the Brume.
[The tune of "Low down in the Brume," or something very like it, is often given to the song above quoted, "A red, red Rose." The words of the present song are ascribed to James Carnegie, Esq. of Balnamoon, near Brechin. They can be traced as far back as to a collection published at Edinburgh in 1765, called "The Lark."]
My daddie is a cankert carle,
He'll no twine wi' his gear;
My minnie she's a scauldin' wife,
Hauds a' the house asteer.
But let them say, or let them do,
It's a' ane to me,
For he's low doun, he's in the brume,
That's waitin' on me:
Waiting on me, my love,
He's waiting on me:
For he's low doun, he's in the brume,
That's waitin' on me.
My auntie Kate sits at her wheel,
And sair she lightlies me;
But weel ken I it's a' envy,
For ne'er a joe has she.
But let them say, &c.
My cousin Kate was sair beguiled
Wi' Johnnie o' the Glen;
And aye sinsyne she cries, Beware
O' fause deluding men.
But let them say, &c.
Gleed Sandy he cam' wast yestreen,
And speir'd when I saw Pate;
And aye sinsyne the neebors round
They jeer me air and late.
But let them say, &c.