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Buy more than 2,000 books on a single CD-ROM for only $19.99. That's less then a penny per book! Click here for more information.![]() Read, write, or comment on essays about Lang Coortin' Search for books Search essays | And out and laughed the popinjay, A laugh of bitter scorn: "A coortin' done in sic' a way, It ought not to be borne!" - Wi' that the doggie barked aloud, And up and doon he ran, And tugged and strained his chain o'gowd, All for to bite the man. - "O hush thee, gentle popinjay! O hush thee, doggie dear! There is a word I fain wad say, It needeth he should hear!" - Aye louder screamed that ladye fair To drown her doggie's bark: Ever the lover shouted mair To make that ladye hark: - Shrill and more shrill the popinjay Upraised his angry squall: I trow the doggie's voice that day Was louder than them all! - The serving-men and serving-maids Sat by the kitchen fire: They heard sic' a din the parlour within As made them much admire. - Out spake the boy in buttons (I ween he wasna thin), "Now wha will tae the parlour gae, And stay this deadlie din?" - And they have taen a kerchief, Casted their kevils in, For wha will tae the parlour gae, And stay that deadlie din. - When on that boy the kevil fell To stay the fearsome noise, "Gae in," they cried, "whate'er betide, Thou prince of button-boys!" - Syne, he has taen a supple cane To swinge that dog sae fat: The doggie yowled, the doggie howled The louder aye for that. - Syne, he has taen a mutton-bane- The doggie ceased his noise, And followed doon the kitchen stair That prince of button-boys! - Then sadly spake that ladye fair, Wi' a frown upon her brow: "O dearer to me is my sma' doggie, Than a dozen sic' as thou! - "Nae use, nae use for sighs and tears: Nae use at all to fret: Sin' ye've bided sae well for thirty years, Ye may bide a wee langer yet!" - Sadly, sadly he crossed the floor And tirled at the pin: Sadly went he through the door Where sadly he cam' in. - "O gin I had a popinjay To fly abune my head, To tell me what I ought to say, I had by this been wed. - "O gin I find anither ladye," He said wi' sighs and tears, "I wot my coortin' sall not be Anither thirty years - "For gin I find a ladye gay, Exactly to my taste, I'll pop the question, aye or nay In twenty years at maist." - - THE END |
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