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O, THAT I HAD NEVER MARRIED O, that I had ne'er been married, I wad never had nae care; Now l've gotten wife an' weans, An' they cry 'crowdie' evermair. cho: Aince crowdie, twice crowdie, Three times crowdie in a day; Gin ye 'crowdie' onie mair, Ye'll crowdie a' my meal away, Waefu' want and hunger fley me, Glow'rin by the hallan-en': Sair I fecht them at the door, But ay l'm eerie they come ben. From Folk Songs and Ballads of Scotland, MacColl First verse, trad.; second by Robert Burns. tune: Three Crowdys a Day: trad., published 1694 glossary: crowdie: A kind of gruel or oatmeal hallan-en': end of the porch ben: in @marriage @food @bitching @Scottish filename[ NEVRMARR TUNE FILE: NEVRMARR CLICK TO PLAY RG |
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