The Poetical Works of Miss Susanna Blamire (1842) - Gredos ...
The Poetical Works of Miss Susanna Blamire (1842) - Gredos ...
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<strong>The</strong> Salamanca Corpus: <strong>The</strong> <strong>Poetical</strong> <strong>Works</strong> <strong>of</strong> <strong>Miss</strong> <strong>Susanna</strong> <strong>Blamire</strong> (<strong>1842</strong>)<br />
But were he a’ hung round wi’ goud,<br />
He’d find himsel mista’en, sirs.<br />
<strong>The</strong>re’s Wat aye tries to glowr and sigh<br />
That I may guess the cause, sirs;<br />
But Jenny-like I hate to spell<br />
Dumb Roger’s hums and ha’s, sirs.<br />
[231] .<br />
<strong>The</strong>re’s grinning Pate laughs a’ day through,<br />
<strong>The</strong> blithest lad ye’ll see, sirs;<br />
But troth he laughs sae out o’ place,<br />
He’d laugh gin I did die, sirs.<br />
<strong>The</strong>re’s Sandy, he’s sae fou o’ lear,<br />
To talk wi’ him is vain, sirs;<br />
For gin we a’ should say ‘twas fair,<br />
He’d prove that it did rain, sirs.<br />
<strong>The</strong>n Jamie frets for good and ill,<br />
‘Bout sma’ things makes a phrase, sirs;<br />
And fears and frets, and things o’ nought<br />
Ding o’er his joyfu’ days, sirs.<br />
<strong>The</strong> priests and lawyers ding me dead,<br />
But gude kens wha’s the best, sirs;<br />
And then comes in the soldier brave,<br />
And drums out a’ the rest, sirs.<br />
<strong>The</strong> country squire and city beau,<br />
I’ve had them on their knee, sirs;<br />
But weel I ken to goud they bow,<br />
And no to downright me, sirs.<br />
Should like o’ them come ilka day,<br />
<strong>The</strong>y may wear out the knee, sirs;<br />
And grow to the ground as fast as a stane,<br />
But they shall ne’er get me, sirs.<br />
[232]<br />
AE NIGHT IN DARK DECEMBER.