Subject: ADD: Nae Mair Wynchin' (Duncan McNab)
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Date: 26 Sep 18 - 03:18 PM
Nae Mair Wynchin written 2009 by Duncan McNab (with apologies to Eric Bogle)
NAE MAIR WYNCHIN'
(Duncan McNab)
When I was a young lad I laid on me back
With a girl in a field full of clover
And tho’ my passion was strong, it didn’t last long,
And soon all my wynchin’ was over.
For at 19:15, my father said, "Son,
It’s time tae stop wynchin’, there's work to be done."
And the coo’s are all up tae their udders in dung,
And he marched me awa’ to the byre.
And I was banned from playing with Matilda,
Oh nae mair that young girl I’d tae see,
And tae the sound o’ Dad’s roars, I just got on wi’ my chores
Nae mair wynching Matilda for me.
Oh how I remember, those terrible days,
Tending cattle with feeding and water;
For I knew that one day, they’d be taken away
To be butchered, like the lambs at the slaughter.
But I knuckled right down, and worked as hard as I could
I collected the eggs and I split firewood
But when I thought o’ Matilda, I’d scowl, and I’d brood
That there was no one as cruel as my father
For he’d banned me from playing with Matilda,
Oh nae mair that young girl I’d tae see
“Just get on with your work, this is nae time tae shirk”
Nae more wynchin’ Matilda for me.
Then one day, as I went to fetch hay,
I spied a note on the back of the hay cart
The initials D & M had been written in pen
Surrounded by a bonnie red love heart
Well my heart skipped a beat, I was jumping for joy
In Perthshire there wasn’t a happier boy
For Matilda had come up with a cunning wee ploy…
…that we should meet inside the old hen house
Yes I was banned from playing with Matilda,
Oh nae mair that young girl I’d tae see
But if we had our way, we would meet the next day
In the hen house around half past three
Well that next afternoon when my father walked by
He saw that the byre needed mucking
And as he looked all around, for his errant young son
He became aware of the loud sounds of clucking
Then the hen house door opened, and all hell broke loose
The cock he was startled, and the hens flew their roost
And Matilda and I knew that we’d cooked our goose
And that was the last time I saw her
Yes I was banned from playing wi Matilda
Oh nae mair that young girl I’d tae see
My Dad sent her away, on that fateful day
Then he turned his wrath upon me
And so now on a Sunday, as I sit down to lunch
And see a roast chicken before me.
I take a leg and some breast, and I start to munch,
Reliving my hen house love story.
There’s no doubt that Matilda, she led me astray
And that my father was cruel when he sent her away
But it wasn’t just eggs that got laid on that day
So for me please don’t feel any pity
Wynching Matilda, wynching Matilda.
She came a wynching, Matilda with me
And that clucking could be heard as you passed by that hen house,
‘Cause she came a wynching, Matilda with me
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