Robert Burns (1759–1796). Poems and Songs.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14.
369 . SongMy Collier Laddie
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And tell me what they ca’ ye;
My name, she says, is mistress Jean,
And I follow the Collier laddie.
My name, she says, &c.
The sun shines on sae brawlie; They a’ are mine, and they shall be thine, Gin ye’ll leave your Collier laddie. They a’ are mine, &c. Weel buskit up sae gaudy; Gin ye’ll leave your Collier laddie. And ane to wait, &c. And the earth conceals sae lowly, I wad turn my back on you and it a’, And embrace my Collier laddie. I wad turn my back, &c. An’ spen’t at night fu’ brawlie: And make my bed in the collier’s neuk, And lie down wi’ my Collier laddie. And make my bed, &c. Tho’ the wee cot-house should haud me; And the warld before me to win my bread, And fair fa’ my Collier laddie! And the warld before me, &c.