by Hector Macneill (1746 - 1818)
The deil's got in our lasses now
Language: English
The deil's got in our lasses now; The deil's got in our lasses now; When ane wad trow they scarce ken what, Gude faith! they make us asses now. - She was sae sour and dorty, O, She was sae sour and dorty, O, Whane'er I spake, she turn'd her back, And sneer'd - "Ye re mair than forty, O" Sae slee she look'd and pawky too! Sae slee she look'd and pawky too! Tho' crouse a-field I gaed to woo, l'm hame come back a gawky now! I rue the day I sought her, O; I rue the day I sought her, O; Wha gets her needs na say he's wood, But he may swear he's bought her, O.
About the headline (FAQ)
Glossary:Dorty = saucy, nice;
Slee = sly;
Pawky = cunning;
Crouse = cheerful;
Gawky = fool
Authorship:
- by Hector Macneill (1746 - 1818) [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
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This text (or a part of it) is used in a work
- by (Franz) Joseph Haydn (1732 - 1809), "My Love she's but a lassie yet", JHW XXXII/3 no. 264..
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This text was added to the website: 2009-06-14
Line count: 16
Word count: 120