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CAULD KAIL IN ABERDEEN (Robert Burns) Cauld kail in Aberdeen And castocks in Strabogie But yet I fear they'll cook o'er soon, And never warm the coggie. My coggie, Sirs, my coggie, Sirs, I cannot want my coggie; I wadna gie my three-gir'd cap For e'er a quine on Bogie. There's Johnie Smith has got a wife That scrimps him o' his coggie, If she were mine, upon my life I wad douk her in a bogie. My coggie, Sirs, my coggie, Sirs, I cannot want my coggie; I wadna gie my three-girr'd cap For e'er a quine on Bogie. There's cauld kail in Aberdeen, And castocks in Strabogie; When ilka lad maun hae his lass, Then fye, gie me my coggie. The lasses about Bogie gicht Their limbs, they are sae clean and tight, That if they were but girded right, They'll dance the reel of Bogie. Wow, Aberdeen, what did you mean, Sae young a maid to woo, Sir? I'm sure it was nae joke to her, Whate'er it was to you, Sir. For lasses now are nae sae blate But they ken auld folk's out o' date, And better playfare can they get Than castocks in Strabogie. Recorded by Jean Redpath on "Songs of Robert Burns, Vol. 1," 1976. filename[ COLDKAIL @Scottish JL]  8note Sheet |
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