DECEITFUL ANN.

Otago Witness, Issue 1427, 29 March 1879, Page 21

DECEITFUL ANN.

(A Song.) Tune — " High Road to Llnton ;" or, " Las»i*, U the Bed made ?" She's fair as flowers in sunny M»y ; Light-hearted as the birdies gay ; She laughs and sings the lee-lang day— An' Bair Bhe wants a man, 0. Chorus. — A lassie cam' tae our town, Tae our town, tae our town ; A lassie cam' tae our town, They ca' her bonnie Ann, 0. 'Fore she cam' here our lads had peace ; Noo wrangling owre her disna cease ; An' after her they run like geese j She'll surely get a man, 0. Cliorus.—A lassie, etc. 0, ladß, this lassie's haen a few, Tae de'il-a-ane will sbe be true, She ilka week gets a lover new, Vat canna pick a man, 0. Chorus.— A lasiie, etc. Sbe quickly here her pranks begun, W us puir lads tae ha'e some fun j Come bear me, ilka mither'a son, , Wha she's made silly men, 0. Chorus.— A lassie, etc Wee Jock she first did fascinate, An' gaed wi' him baith ear' an' late ; His love for ber it was sac great He fain wud be her man, 0. Chorus. — A lassie, etc But soon she tired o' the sport, An' Jock she Backed upon the spot, " D'ye think, ye stupid little goat, You e'er could be my man, 0 ?" Chorus. — A lassie, etc. Young Shanley, then, he wasna blate, He gaed wi' her aye to the gate ; The chiel, he thocht 'twad be his fate, Tae be our lassie's man, O. Cliorus. — A lassie, etc Wi' him she hadna muckle grace, She sent him aff tae yon het place, " Gae 'wa' wi' your auld tallovr face, Ye winna bo my man, 0." Chorus. — A lassie, etc. On Jim she next did try her ban', He lang her wooing did withatan' ; At last, be at her feet has fan, The doited, silly man, 0. Chorus. — A lassie, etc. A while she him her favour gave, He vowed he was her faithfu' Blave; Alas ! shea wi' him played the knave, An 1 broke his heart, puir man, 0. Chorus.— A lassie, etc. The deevil tak' the fickle jade, 1 Tho' tae be true Bhe'd sworn an' said j Puir Jim she's sic a pliskie played, He'll be a wiser man, 0. Chorus. — A lassie, etc. An' noo Bill Steven he comes in, An' swears the prize he's sure tae win ; Ye fool ! as well gae catch the main, As think tae be her man, 0. Chorus. — A lassie, etc Wi' smilin' face she'll draw ye on, Until frae ye yer heart she's sto'n An' then she'll laughing mock yer groan, An' ca* ye silly man, 0. Chorus. — A lassie, etc. Noo, a' ye lads o' her ha'e care, An' o' ber syren wiles beware, j Or else, the fauso deceitfu' fair, She'll leave ye sadder men, 0. Spoken. — An' then, like me, yell cursa the day that — Chorus, — The lassie cam' tae your town, Tae your town, tae your town, That e'er she cam' tae your town, Peoeifcf v', boanie Ann, Q,