JOHN HIELANDMAN.

Wanganui Chronicle, 20 March 1901, Page 1

JOHN HIELANDMAN.

At last the day when yoathfu' beauty Adorned ta<e dae a sojer's duty, John Hiekndman is fledged In bluiid red coat and tartan clootia, As prood as jackdaw wi' his booty, In tartan hedged. Nae mair he'll warsle intae breek; His hurdles-noo hae tartan theek,' On shankies bare and thin as leek, H*»'U be stravaigin, r Wi spats -and sporran aince a week, Like ony pagan. His mammy noo, wi sadr heart wring, Has loosed him frae her brattie string, In H his bwws he'll hac his fling, He's duno wi tethers. John Hielandman is on the'wing, ' In peacock's feathers. Thro' toon th°y gaed in twas and threes, Wee laddies after them like bees ; I'm shair they couldna' stand at case On legs like trams ; And cauld wind, soughin' roond their knees And kilted hams. A lassie frae the country laughs, ( Ie seldom seen saemohy caufs Divided intae'fowers and haufs At ony yardin'., ... . Ye'd blush tae hear sic jokes and daffs In racecourse garden. Tac fecht they're maybe no unwilling, The sichto'them itsel'iskilling, They're ; sure y tae".: "charge"—gin't be a ■■'■• shilling, ' " ' ~'.-■ Or, maybe, twa. In this, at least, they've had quid drilling, They are na' raw. Contingents six and seven we're sendin' For mither land they'll sune be fendin', But no a, Hielandman we're lendin' I Tae fecht oor faes— ' Gin yin had ga«n we'd a' been kennin'— I He'd spile his claes. I AULD LANG SYNE. "■■■■ ■ ;9