ORIGINAL POETRY.
Dear Maister Editor, — There cam' intae my mm' the nicht an auld lilt my granny used tae sing tae me. If ye hae an orra corner ony time in your paper, I wad like unco weel tae sue it in prent. I think it a pity thae queer auld warld ballants should be lost sicht o\ I am writin' ifc frae memory, an' there micht be a word or twa no exactly richt, but it is as near as I can mm'. — Yours as ever, Sandy. Waihuri, April 14, 1894. It fell aboot the licensing time, And a gay time ifc was then, 0 ! When our guidwife had puddings to mak\ And she boiled them in a pan, O 1 Oh ! the doorin' o' our bar, Weel, weel, weel ; Oh !' the doorin' o'' our bar, weel. Teetotal the wind frae north to south, Blew cauld into the floor, O ! Quoth our guidman to our euidwife, " Get up an' open the bar, 0 !" Oh ! the doorin 1 , etc. " My hand is in my new franchiso, Guidman, as ye may see, O ! If it ahonldna' be open this hundred year It shall never be opened by me, O 1" Oh ! the doorin', etc. They made a paction 'tween them twa, They made it firm an' sure, O ! Whaever spak' the foremost word, Should rise and open the bar, 0 ! Oh i the doorin', etc. Then by there cam' twa gentlemen, At 12 o'clock ut nicht, 0 S And they could get nae beer nor Bass, Nor Peat reek Highland whiskey, 0 ! Oh ! the doorin', etc. " Now whether is this a wlmkey shop, Or whether is it a soda, O !" But never a word wud ane o ! them speak For the doorin' o' the bar, 0 ! Oh ! the doorin', etc. Sir Tammas he ate the white puddings, Sir Jamie he ate the black, O ! Tho' muckle thocht the guidwife to hersel 1 , Yet ne'er a word she spak', 0 ! Oh ! the doorin', etc, Then said Sir Tarn unto Sir Jamie, " Here, man, tak' ye my knife, 0 ! Do ye tak aff the auld man's beard, And I'll kiss the guidwife. O !" Oh ! the doorin', etc. " But there's no liquor in the house, And what shall we do then, O !" (t What ails ye at the puddin' bree, That boils into the pan, 0 !" Oh ! tho doorin', etc. Oh ! up then started our guidman, And an angry man was he, O ! " Wad ye kiss my wife before my oen, And scaud me wi' puddin' bree, 0 !" Oh ! the doorin', etc. Then up and started our guidwife, Gie'd three skips on the floor, O ! " Guidman, ye've spoken the foremost word, Get up and open the bar, 0 !" Oh ! the doorin', etc. Then round about whoel'd our guidman, And went, unto the bar, O ! And wi' a club he smashed it opnn, For an angry man was he, O ! Oh ! the doorin', etc.
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Clutha Leader, Volume XX, Issue 1030, 20 April 1894, Page 6
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489ORIGINAL POETRY. Clutha Leader, Volume XX, Issue 1030, 20 April 1894, Page 6
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