The auld Goodman, pp.119-120.

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LAte in an evening forth I went, 

A little before the sun gade down, 

And there I chanc’d by accident, 

To light on a battle new begun. 

A man and his wife was fawn in a strife, 

I canna well tell ye how it began; 

But ay she wail’d her wretched life, 

And cry’d ever, alake me auld goodman. 



Thy auld goodman that thou tells of, 

The country kens where he was born, 

Was but a silly poor vagabond, 

And ilka ane leugh him to scorn; 

For he did spend and make an end 

Of gear that his fore-fathers wan, 

He gart the poor stand frae the door, 

Sae tell nae mair of thy auld goodman. 



My heart alake, is liken to break, 

When I think on my winsome John

His blinkan eye and gate sae free, 

Was naithing like thee, thou dosend drone. 

His rosie face and flaxen hair, 

And a skin as white as ony swan, 

Was large and tall, and comely withall, 

And thou’lt never be like my auld goodman. 



Why dost thou pleen? I thee maintain, 

For meal and mawt thou disna want; 

But thy wild bees I canna please, 

Now when our gear gins to grow scant. 

Of houshold-stuff thou hast enough, 

Thou wants for neither pot nor pan; 

Of sicklike ware he left thee bare, 

Sae tell nae mair of thy auld goodman. 



Yes I may tell, and fret my sell, 

To think on these blyth days I had, 

When he and I together lay 

In arms into a well made bed. 

But now I sigh, and may be sad, 

Thy courage is cauld, thy colour wan, 

Thou falds thy feet, and fa’s asleep, 

And thou’lt ne’er be like my auld goodman. 


Then coming was the night sae dark, 

And gane was a’ the light of day; 

The carle was fear’d to miss his mark, 

And therefore wad nae langer stay, 

Then up he gat, and he ran his way, 

I trow the wife the day she wan, 

And ay the o’erword of the fray 

Was ever, alake my auld goodman

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