Sae craftilie she took me ben, [in]
And bade me make nae clatter;
'For our ramgunshoch glum gudeman [surly]
Is o'er ayont the water;' [beyond]
Whae'er shall say I wanted grace,
When I did kiss and daut her, [pet]
Let him be planted in my place,
Syne say I was the fautor. [Then, transgressor]
Could I for shame, could I for shame,
Could I for shame refused her?
And wadna manhood been to blame,
Had I unkindly used her?
He clawed her wi' the ripplin-kame, [wool-comb]
And blae and bluidy bruised her; [blue]
When sic a husband was frae hame,
What wife but had excused her?
I dighted ay her een sae blue, [wiped, eyes]
And bann'd the cruel randy; [cursed, scoundrel]
And weel I wat her willing mou' [wot, mouth]
Was e'en like sugar-candy.
At gloamin-shot it was, I trow, [sunset]
I lighted, on the Monday;
But I cam through the Tysday's dew, [Tuesday's]
To wanton Willie's brandy.
_Macpherson's Farewell_, made famous by Carlyle's appreciation, is a
glorified version of the "Dying Words" of a condemned bandit, such as
were familiar in broadsides after every notorious execution.
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