[A composite volume : containing The ballads and songs of Ayrshire ...

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MY AULD UNCLE WATTY.
" Though thou'rt an outlaw frae this Ian',
The world's braid and wide."
Make room, make room, my merry men.
For young Sir Arthur's bride !
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Tune— Bonnie Dundee.
O !
weel I ha'e mind o' my auld uncle Watty,
When but a bit callan I stood by his knee,
Or clamb the big chair, where at e'enin' he sat aye ;
He made us fu' blythe wi' his fun and his glee
For O ! he was knackie, and couthie, and crackie,
Baith humour and lair in his noddle had he
The youths o' the clachan he'd keep a' a-laughin',
Wi' his queer observations and stories sae slee.
The last Hogmanay that we met in his cottie,
To talk owre the past, and the nappy to pree.
Some auld-farrant sangs, that were touchin' and witty,
He sung, till the bairnies were dancin' wi' glee ;
And syne in the dance, like a youngster o' twenty.
He lap and he flang wi' auld Nannie Macfee
In a' the blythe meeting nae ane was sae canty,
Sae jokin', sae gabby, sae furthy, and free.
And O !
had ye seen him that e'enin' when Roiy
Wa,s kippled to Maggie o' Riccarton Mill
Wi' jokes rare and witty he kept up the glory.
Till morning's faint glimmer was seen on the hill.