McFARLANE O THE SPROTS O BURNIEBOOZIE
G Bruce Thomson
Afore that I'd be terraneezed
as I this file hae been,
I'd raither rin' frae here
tae Birse wi' peez in baith ma sheen,
I'd raither dee for want o'
breath than pine for want o' love,
And it's a' because McFarlane
merrit Sousie.
Sousie's kankert faither wi'
mine could niver gree,
And aye fan I'd gae ower that
gait he'd turn his dog at me.
So I sent ma freen McFarlane
doon to see fit he could dee,
McFarlane o' the Sprots o'
Burnieboozie.
I dinna like
McFarlane, I'm safe enough tae state,
His lug wad cast a
shadow ower a sax-fit gate.
He's soft as ony
goblin and slippery as a skate,
McFarlane o' the
Sprots o' Birnieboozie.
McFarlane spak nae wird for me
but plenty for himsel',
He reesed the lassie's baurley
scones, her kebbick and her kail.
Her faither cried oot 'Sprottie
man, ye should try yer luck yersel','
Tae McFarlane o' the Sprots o'
Burnieboozie.
Though McFarlane is the
grimmest chiel for twenty miles aroon,
Though they buy his fottygraph
tae fleg the rottens frae a toon,
He kittled up his spunk at
this and spiered gin she'd come doon
And be mistress o' the Sprots
o' Birnieboozie.
Oh, a dirl o' the teethache's
nae particularly sweet,
Bit love's the only power on
earth that iver gart me greet;
It's like kittlie chilblains
roon yer heart instead o' roon yer feet -
They were aggravated wi' the
sicht o' Sousie.
Noo freens and kind
philosophers, ye've heard what me befell;
Niver lippen tae the middle
man, bit dee yer work yersel',
Or I'll bet my hinmost sarkit
ye're a day ahint the markit
As fan I sent Jock McFarlane
roon tae Sousie.
I dinna like
McFarlane, its affa' bit it's true;
A pewter speen wis
tint in Jock McFarlane's moo.
He couldnae weel be
grimmer, sups his brose wi' the skimmer -
McFarlane o' the
Sprots o' Burnieboozie.
Footnote : We will finish year 2002 with this amusing Cornkister from the
pen of G Bruce Thomson. It was one of my late father's favourites and the
author of the song was known to his relations.
