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WEARY OF THE DARNING (Allie Windwick) (from Gordon Bok's "Ensemble) Here's a tinkler seekin' rags, Seek-in' rags, an' seek-in' rags, He begs wi' plea that never flags, Though Collie growls a warnin'. What's the use of comin' here? We're sillerless wi' little gear All the time the billows roar Men wha fish must bide ashore. cho: So come ye back some ither day, Ither day, some ither day. Wur wearin' a'the rags we hae And weary o' the darnin'. Here's a man wha winnae ploo, Winnae ploo, winnae ploo, Ne'er a thowt tae keep a coo; He cinnoe thole the farmin'. Cauld the wind wi' whist-le seeks The muckle holes in Willie's breeks. In an oot the needle flies, Needle flies, the needle flies, We've patches here o' sic a size, 'Twill keep her goin' 'til mornin'. Gang we all wi' tattered sarks While faither's creels lie oot o' work. @work filename[ TINKLER TUNE FILE: TINKLER CLICK TO PLAY PS |
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