[Tea-Table Miscellany Contents]
WHen I’ve a saxpence under my thumb,
Then I get credit in ilka town:
But ay when I’m poor they bid me gang by;
O! poverty parts good company.
Todlen hame, todlen hame,
Coudna my love come todlen hame.
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Fair-fa’ the goodwife, and send her good sale,
She gi’es us white bannocks to drink her ale,
Syne if that her tippony chance to be sma’,
We’ll tak a good scour o’t, and ca’t awa’.
Todlen hame, todlen hame,
As round as a neep come todlen hame.
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My kimmer and I lay down to sleep,
And twa pint-stoups at our bed’s feet;
And ay when we waken’d, we drank them dry:
What think ye of my wee kimmer and I?
Todlen butt, and todlen ben,
Sae round as my loove comes todlen hame.
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Leez me on liquor, my todlen dow,
Ye’re ay sae good humour’d when weeting your mou;
When sober sae sour, ye’ll fight with a flee,
That ‘tis a blyth fight to the bairns and me.
When todlen hame, todlen hame,
When round as a neep ye come todlen hame.
– Old Songs.
