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Posted By: and e
16-Dec-24 - 09:17 PM
Thread Name: Origins: Little Ball of Yarn
Subject: RE: Origins: Little Ball of Yarn
THE YELLOW YELLOW YORLIN. TUNE-Bonnie beds of roses.
It fell on a day, in the flow'ry month o May, All on a merry merry mornin', I met a pretty maid, an' unto her I said, I wad fain fin' your yellow yellow yorlin'. O no, young man, says she, you're a stranger to me, An' I am anither man's darlin, Wha has baith sheep an' cows, that's feedin' in the hows, An' a cock for my yellow yellow yorlin'. But, if I lay you down upon the dewy ground, You wad nae be the waur ae farthing; An' that happy, happy man, he never cou'd ken That I play'd wi' your yellow yellow yorlin'. O fie, young man, says she, I pray you let me be, I wad na for five pound sterling; My mither wad gae mad, an' sae wad my dad, If you play'd wi' my yellow yellow yorlin'. But I took her by the waist, an' laid her down in haste, For a her squakin' an' squalin'; The lassie soon grew tame, an' bade me come again For to play wi' her yellow yellow yorlin'.
1799. The Merry Muses of Caledonaia; A Collection of Favourite Scots Songs, Ancient and Modern; Selected for Use of the Crochallan Fencibles. Pgs 47-49.
Digital reissue from the type-facsimile of Legman revised by reference to the G. Ross Roy copy of the 1st edition.