OUR LASSIES.

Evening Star, Issue 11673, 4 February 1902, Page 8

OUR LASSIES.

Hech me, bat things are changed my frecnds since I was young and bomue— Since I was woo’d and mairret tae my blythe and bonnie Johnnie: That’s nearly saxty years ago. I’m gang t&e let ye ken, And wi’ a wird or twaa ITI shew hoo things are changed since then. Oor lassies at that period, of which Fm gang tae speak, Were tidy, thrifty, sontie queens, and gentle, mild, and meek; They kept the hoose wf prudent care, washed dishes and the like, But noondays they’re nae content until they rido a bike. Gosh me, ye’ll see than Seeing on juist like the very wimd, I wonder whiles hoo they can keep frae fa’ing tae the grand; And juist the other day, my freends, when taking a bit walk, I met a fair young cycling maid and tae her I gae my talk — Says I, my lass, tak' my advice, and walk upon your feet, And ffinna rax arid tire yoorsel’ and fill each pore wi’ sweet; A guid lang lecture did I gie, and cycling ways I cautioned, But she tauld mo straight intae my face that walking was auld-fashioced. And noo there is another thing o’er -which my anger rolls — It is aboot the eoortsbip of oor dainty little dolls; In my young days the man advanced —that’s hoo they coorted then, Pjut nooadays they aren't blate tae gang and coort the men; Fm fairly scuinert w? the sight and it sets my wrath ablaze Whene’er I see the ongarms o’ oor lassies nooadays : Ye’ll see them wi’ a novel sae> happy and content, TTnhocdfu’ o’ their mothers on their hoosehold duties bent. In my young days we used to feed on wholesome kail and brose. But oor lassies at thae dainty fares noo turn up their noee; They’d rather hae their buttered scones and teacakes, I declare, And pastry buns and chocolate and a’ sic sugarie ware: . They dinna ken the treat they miss—oh, 1 wish that they were taught t Tao embrace and smile upon the stuff o Scotland’s parrich pat; For a’ the lectures that I gie they winn* mend their ways. The warid seems completely changed since my sweet youtbfu’ days. Alec. BuOUISS. Berwickshire, September, 1301.