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BUT are ye sure the news is true? | |
And are ye sure hes weel? | |
Is this a time to think o wark? | |
Ye jauds, fling bye your wheel! | |
For theres nae luck about the house, | 5 |
Theres nae luck at a; | |
Theres nae luck about the house, | |
When our gudemans awa. | |
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Is this a time to think o wark, | |
When Colins at the door? | 10 |
Rax down my cloakIll to the quay, | |
And see him come ashore. | |
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Rise up and make a clean fireside, | |
Put on the muckle pot; | |
Gie little Kate her cotton gown, | 15 |
And Jock his Sundays coat. | |
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Make their shoon as black as slaes, | |
Their stockings white as snaw; | |
Its a to pleasure our gudeman | |
He likes to see them braw. | 20 |
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There are twa hens into the crib | |
Hae fed this month or mair; | |
Mak haste and thraw their necks about, | |
That Colin weel may fare. | |
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My Turkey slippers Ill put on, | 25 |
My stockins pearl-blue, | |
Its a to pleasure our gudeman, | |
For hes baith leal and true. | |
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Sae sweet his voice, sae smooth his tongue, | |
His breaths like cauler air; | 30 |
His very foot has music int, | |
As he comes up the stair. | |
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And will I see his face again, | |
And will I hear him speak? | |
Im downricht dizzy wi the thought, | 35 |
In troth Im like to greet. | |
Theres nae luck about the house, | |
Theres nae luck at a; | |
Theres nae luck about the house, | |
When our gudemans awa. | 40 |
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