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Come Under My Plaidie

Traditional, arranged by the Tannahill Weavers

 
And now for your further delectation, the second of the two songs regarding the choosing of a partner.  It takes the form of a conversation between an old man and a young girl.

She, it seems, loves a young man who has nothing, but accepts the marriage proposal of an old man with plenty.

Leslie, for a variety of reasons, has ended up singing both parts of this conversation.  We were amazed that he could manage this because he is neither female nor has he any experience of old age (unless, of course, it comes out of a bottle) but then, as he pointed out, it shouldn't be too complicated.  Simply sing high for the female part and remember that in the male life span there are only three ages: (1) you believe in Santa Claus, (2) you don't believe in Santa Claus, (3) you are Santa Claus.

LYRICS:

Come under my plaidie the nicht's gaun tae fa'
Come in frae the cauld blast the drift and the snaw
Come under my plaidie and sit doon beside me
There's room in it lassie believe me for twa
Come under my plaidie and sit doon beside me
I'll hap ye frae every cauld wind that can blaw
Come under my plaidie and sit doon beside me
There's room in it lassie believe me for twa

Gae wa' wi' your plaidie auld Donald, gae 'wa'
I fear nae the cauld blast, the drift or the snaw
Gae 'wa' wi' your plaidie, I'll no' sit beside ye
Ye micht be my gutcher auld Donald, gae 'wa'
I'm gaun tae meet Johnnie, he's young and he's bonnie
He's been at Meg's bridle fu' trig and fu' braw
Nane dances sae lightly, sae gracefu', sae tightly
His cheeks like the new rose, his brow's like the snaw

Dear Marion, let that flee stick tae the wa'
Your Jock's but a gowk and has naethin' ava'
The hale o' his pack he has noo on his back
He's thirty and I am but three score and twa
Be frank noo an' kin'ly I'll busk ye aye finely
Tae kirk or tae merket they'll few gang sae braw
A bien hoose tae bide in, a chaise for tae ride in
And flunkies tae tend ye as aft as ye ca'

My faither aye tellt me, my mither an' a'
Ye'd mak' a guid husband and keep me aye braw
It's true I lo'e Johnnie, he's young and he's bonnie
But wae's me I ken he has naethin' ava'
I hae little tocher ye've made a guid offer
I'm noo mair than twenty, my time is but sma'
Sae gie me yer plaidie, I'll creep in beside ye
I thocht ye'd been aulder than three score and' twa

 
 

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