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THE NEWCOMBE GAUGER There was a sailor brisk and neat A bonnie lassie he did entreat A bonnie lassie he did entreat To go wi' him, the sailor. "Oh no," says the lassie," Why that won't do For my mammy would be in an awful stew My mammy would be in an awful stew If I wed wi' ye, a sailor." "Then what contrivance can we make, What contrivance can we take? What contrivance can we take? For tae beguile your mammy?" "You must tak off yer suit o' blue And on wi' the garb o' a gauger too It's on wi' the garb o' a gauger too And come to oor town as a gauger." He's ta'en off his suit o' blue And on wi' the garb o' a gauger too It's on wi' the garb o' a gauger too He's come to our town as a gauger. He's told the townsmwn "Tell to me Where your gin and malt may be Where your gin and malt may be For I am the Newcombe Gauger. He's searched but and he's searched ben He's searched oot and he's searched in But never a speck o' the malt could he find For he hadna the wiles o' a gauger. "Come along, lass, and tell to me Where the gin and malt may be If I can't have the malt, lassie, I'll have thee For beguiling o' the gauger." Said the old woman, "Oh that's well done For she's always ready wi' anyone She's always ready wi' anyone But most wi' the Newcombe Gauger." Now three months and a day are done The gauger and the lass are gone; The gauger and the lass are gone; She's awa' wi' the roving sailor! Recorded by Ewan MacColl, Haul on the Bowline. @sailor @tax @trick @courtship filename[ NEWCGAUG TUNE FILE: NEWCGAUG CLICK TO PLAY RG |
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