The Fair Maid's House, North Port, Perth.
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The Tryst
| O luely, luely cam she in And luely she lay doun: I kent her be her caller lips And her breists sae sma' and roun'. |
A' thru the nicht we spak nae word Nor sinder'd bane frae bane: A' thru the nicht I heard her hert Gang soundin' wi' my ain. |
It was about the waukrife hour Whan cocks begin to craw: That she smool'd saftly thru the mirk Afore the day wud daw. |
| Sae luely, luely cam she in Sae luely was she gaen: And wi' her a' my simmer days Like they had never been. |
Audio kindly supplied by Katie Targett-Adams and David Campbell | |
Glossary
| luely - softly; | kent - knew; | caller - fresh; | breists - breasts; | sinder'd - parted; |
| bane - bone; | gang - go; | waukrife - wakeful; | smool'd - slipped away; | mirk - dark; |
| afore - before; | wud - would; | daw - dawn; | gaen - gone; | simmer - summer. |
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