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Fareweel, fareweel, maw comely pet!

Aw's forc'd three weeks to leave thee;

Aw's doon for par'ment duty set, O dinna let it grieve thee! Maw hinny! wipe them een, sae breet, That mine wi' love did dazzle; When tha' heart's sad can mine be leet? Come, ho'way get a gill o' beer, Thee heart te cheer: An' when thou sees me mairch away, Whiles in, whiles oot O' step, nae doot, 'Bob Cranky's gane,' thou'lt sobbing say, 'A sowgering to Newcassel!'

Come, dinna, dinna whinge an' whipe,

Like yammering Isbel Macky;

Cheer up, maw hinny! leet thee pipe,

An' tyek a blast o' backy!

It's but for yen an' twenty days,

The folks's een aw'll dazzle.—

Prood, swagg'ring i' maw fine reed claes:

Ods heft! maw pit claes—dis thou hear?

Are warse o' wear;

Mind cloot them weel, when aw's away;

An' a posie goon

Aw'll buy thee soon,

An' thou's drink thy tea—aye, twice a-day,

When aw cum frae Newcassel.

Becrike! aw's up tiv every rig,

Sae dinna doot, maw hinny!

But at the blue styen o' the Brig Aw'll hae maw mairchin ginny. A guinea! wuks! sae strange a seet Maw een wi' joy wad dazzle; But aw'll hed spent that varry neet For money, hinny! ower neet to keep, Wad brick maw sleep: Sae, smash! aw think't a wiser way, Wi' flesh an' beer Mesel to cheer, The lang three weeks that aw've to stay A sowgering at Newcassel.

But whisht! the Sairjeant's tongue aw hear,

'Fa' in! fa' in!' he's yelpin:

The fifes are whusslin loud and clear,

And sair the drums they're skelpin.

Fareweel, maw comely! aw mun gang

The Gen'ral's een to dazzle!

But, hinny! if the time seems lang,

An' thou freets about me neet and day;

Then come away,

Seek out the yell-house where aw stay,

An' we'll kiss and cuddle;

An' mony a fuddle

Sall drive the langsome hours away,

When sowgering at Newcassel.