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THE THURSBY WITCH
Tune - John Anderson My Jo (in DT)

There's Harraby and Tarraby
And Wiggonby beside
There's Oughterby .and Soughterby
And bys both far and wide;
Of strapping swonsy rosy queens
They all may brag a few
But Thursby for a bonny lass
Can cap them aw I trow.

Her mudder sells a swop o' drink,
It is beath stout an brown;
An Etty is the hinny-fowt
Ov aw the country roun;
Frae east an west, beath rich an peer,
A-horse, a-fit, caw in;
For whea can pass sae rare a lass,
He's owther daft or blin.

Her een er leyke twee Cursmess slees,
But tweyce as breet, an clear;
The rwose cud niver match her cheek,
That yet grew on a breer;
At toun, kurk, market, dance, or fair,
She meks their hearts aw stoun,
An conquers mair nor Bonnyprat,
Whene'er she peeps aroun.

Oft graith'd in aw their kurk-gaun gear,
Leyke nwoble Iwords at court,
Our lads slink in an gaze an grin,
Nor heed their Sunday spwort;
If stranger leets, her een he meets,
An fins—he can't tell how—
To touch the glass her han hes touch'd,
Just sets him in a lowe.

Yence Thuirsby lads wer—whea but we
An cud hae bang't the lave;
But now they hing their lugs, an luik,
Leyke fwok stown frae the greave;
An what they ail, in heed or heart,
Nae potticary tnows—
The leytle glancin Thuirsby Witch,
Is just the varra cause.

Ov Black-eyed Susan—Mary Scott—
The Lass o' Peatie's Mill,
Ov Barb'ry Allan,—Sally Gray—
The Lass o' Richmond-hill.
Ov Nancy Dawson—Molly Mog,
Tho' monie sing wi' glee,
The Thuirsby beauty, out an out,
Just bangs them aw to see.

Theme: The landlord's beautiful daughter whose charms are appreciated by all the lads of the village. Thursby lies on the road from Carlisle to the west coast,

Tune: A well known Scottish tune which, in all probability, has an earlier English root.