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LAUCHIE WILSON I'm Lauchie Wilson, the weaver's son, An' I come fraae Rutherglen toon, An' mony's the happy nicht I've spent Alang wi' Geordie Broon. Noo Geordie he lives at the croft An' dochters he has twa, An' ane fine nicht in the month o' May There was ane o' them ran awa'. O, I think I'll gang and droon mysel' In the deepedt part o' Clyde, But water-rats and Simmer sprats Wi' me they micht abide. If there's ony lassie here the nicht That's ta'en a notion o' me, Just write a letter tae oor hoose In' invite me tae my tea. I'm Lauchie Wilson, the weaver's son An' I wrocht in Harvey's dike, Fu'in' tatties, cuttin' hay And corn when it's ripe. From Personal Choice, MacColl @Scottish filename[ LAUCHIE TUNE FILE: LAUCHIE CLICK TO PLAY RG apr00  8note Sheet |
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