Drumdelgie
TradCome all ye jolly plooman lads
An’ hearken untae me
An’ I’ll sing ye Drumdelgie
Wi’ muckle mirth an’ glee
There is a toon in Cyarnie
It’s kent baith far an’ wide
Tae be the hash o’ Drumdelgie
Upon sweet Deveronside
We rise at five in the mornin’
An’ hurry doon the stair
Tae get some corn for wir horse
And likewise stracht their hair
Half-an-‘oor in the stable
It’s to the kitchie goes
Tae get some breakfast for wirsel’s
Which generally’s brose
We’ve hardly gotten wir brose weel supt
An gi’en wir pints a tie
When the grieve he says: “Hallo, my lads
The ‘oor is drawin’ nigh”
Sax o’ you’ll ging tae the ploo
An’ twa will ca’ the neeps
An’ the oxen they’ll be efter you
As seen’s they tak’ their neeps
Pittin’ on their harness
An’ drawin’ oot tae yoke
The drift an’ snaw dang on sae thick
That we were like tae choke
An’ then the frost it did stick in
The ploughs they wouldn’t go
So we’d tae yoke the dung cairt
Among the frost and snow
I will praise my beasties
Though they be young an’ sma’
They’ll tak’ the shine aff o’ Broadland’s horse
Who gang sae full an’ braw
Ye daurna swear aboot the toon
It is against the law
An’ if ye use profanities
Then ye’ll be putten awa’
O, Drumdelgie keeps a Sunday School
He says it is but richt
Tae preach unto the iggerant
An’ send them Gospel licht
The term time is comin’ on
An’ we will get wir brass
An’ we’ll gae doon tae Huntly toon
An’ get a partin’ glass
We’ll gae doon tae Huntly toon
An’ get upon the spree
An’ then the fun it will commence
The quinies for tae see
Sae fare ye weel Drumdelgie
For I’m gyan awa
Fare ye weel Drumdelgie
Wi’ yer weetie weather an a’
Fare ye weel Drumdelgie
An’ I’ll bid ye’s all adieu
An’ I’ll leave you as I got you
A dashed infernal crew