Fugitive Poetry. 1600–1878/We'll Gang to Kirk Awa'

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We'll Gang to Kirk Awa'.
My lad's a braw and bonny lad,
 Good-tempered, kind, and free;
And, day and night, the bonny boy
 Is always wooing me:
For, though they say we shanna wed,
 And make a mickle din,
Still Jamie fondly whispers me,
 "Hoot! dinna care a pin!"
  For we will gang to kirk, my love,
   We'll gang to kirk awa'.

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My father's grown a crabbed man,
 And baits us with his tongue,
My mither too, who joins with him,
 Forgets when she was young;
But let them scold, and let them frown,
 And make a mickle din,
Still Jamie fondly whispers me,
 "Hoot! dinna care a pin!"
     For we will gang to kirk, &c.

My granny's kind, and takes our part
 Whene'er we are not by,
And Jamie's hopes are joined to mine,
 To pray she may not die:
For, while we have a friend in her,
 We fear no mickle din;
Still Jamie fondly whispers me,
 "Hoot! dinna care a pin!"
     For we will gang to kirk, &c.

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