Kempy Kay
No: 33; variant: 33F
- AS I cam oer yon misty muir,
And oer yon grass-green hill,
There I saw a campy carle
Going to the mill.
And bar aye yer bower door weel weel,And bar ay yer bower door weel.
- I lookit in at her window,
And in at her hove hole,
And there I saw a fousome fag,
Cowering oer a coal.
- 'Get up, get up, ye fousome fag,
And make yer face fou clean;
For the wooers will be here the night,
And your body will be seen.'
- He gave her a gay cravat,
'Twas of an auld horse-sheet;
He gave her a gay goud ring,
'Twas of an auld tree root.
- He laid his arms about her neck,
They were like kipple-roots;
And aye he kissd her wi his lips,
They were like meller's hoops.
- When they were laid in marriage bed,
And covered oer wi fail,
The knocking mell below their heads
Did serve them wondrous weel.
- Ilka pap into her breasts
Was like a saffron bag,
And aye his hand at her a . . e
Was tearing up the scabs.
- Ilka hair into her head
Was like a heather-cow,
And ilka louse that lookit out
Was like a brookit ewe.