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KEMPY KAY (2) Kempy Kaye's a wooing gane, And far beyond the sea, a wee And there he met wi Drearylane, His gay gudefather to be. a wee "Gude een, gude een,"quo Drearylane, "Gude een,gude een," quo he, a wee "I"ve come your dochter"s love to win, I kenna how it will do." a wee "My dochter she"s a thrifty lass, She's spun this gay seven year, And if it come to gude guiding, It will be half a beer." "Rise up, rise up, ye dirty slut, And wash your foul face clean; The wooers will be here the night That suld been here yestreen." They took him ben to the fire en, And set him on a chair; He looked on the lass that he loved best, And thought she was wondrous fair. The een that was in our bride's head Was like twa rotten plooms; She was a chaunler-chaftit quean, And 0 but she did gloom! The skin that was on our bride"s breast Was like a saffron bag, And aye her hand was at her neek, And riving up the scabs. The hair that was on our bride's head Was like a heather-cow, And every louse that lookit out Was like a brockit ewe. Betwixd Kempy"s shouthers was three ells, His nose was nine feet lang, His teeth they were like tether sticks, Between his eyne a span. So aye they kissed, and aye they clapped, I wat they kissed weel; The slaver that hang between their mouths Wad hae tethered a twa year auld bill. Child #33 @courtship @monster filename[ KEMPKAY2 TUNE FILE: KEMPKAY2 CLICK TO PLAY RG |
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