My auld Man.
[Given by Ritson from a common collection the title of which, he says, he had forgot. Allan Cunningham prob.ibly took the hint of his song called "The Wanton Wife" (see page 93) from the present one.]
In the land of Fife there lived a wicked wife,
And in the town of Cupar then,
Who sorely did lament, and made her complaint,
Oh when will ye die, my auld man?
In cam' her cousin Kate, when it was growing late,
She said, What's gude for an' auld man?
O wheit-breid and wine, and a kinnen new slain;
That's gude for an auld man.
Cam' ye in to jeer, or cam' ye in to scorn,
And what for cam' ye in?
For bear-bread and water, I'm sure, is much better—
It's ower gude for an auld man.
Now the auld man's deid, and, without remeid,
Into his cauld grave he's gane;
Lie still wi' my blessing! of thee I ha'e nae missing;
I'll ne'er mourn for an auld man.
Within a little mair than three quarters of a year,
She was married to a young man then,
Who drank at the wine, and tippled at the beer,
And spent mair gear than he wan.
O black grew her brows, and howe grew her een,
And cauld grew her pat and her pan;
And now she sighs, and aye she says,
I wish I had my silly auld man!