Robbie Tamson's Smiddie

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T:Robbie Tamson's Smiddie
B:Broadwood, Lucy, 1893, English County Songs, Leadenhall Press, London
S:Mrs T. H. Farrer
Z:J.A. Fuller-Maitland
N:Lucy Broadwood notes are:
N:Words and tune from Mrs T. H. Farrer, who learned the song in Canada from Mr Richard Turner.
N:A Scotch version in also in existence
M:4/4     %Meter
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w:Me mith-er mend't me auld breeks, But ay! but they were did-dy;
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w:She sent me to get shod the mare  At_ Rob-bie Tam-son's smid-die.
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w: Now t' smid-die lies a-yent the burn That wam-ples thro' the claugh-in'
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w:And ne'er a time I pass that way But_ aye I fall a-laugh-in'.
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w: Sing-ing fol_ lol de lol de rol, Ri fol lol de lad-dy,
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w:Sing fol de du-y, du-y day, Sing_ fol de du-y dad-dy.
W:Me mither mend't me auld breeks,
W:But ay! but they were diddy;
W:She sent me to get shod the mare
W:At Robbie Tamson's smiddie.
W:Now t' smiddie lies ayent the burn
W:That wamples thro' the claughin'
W:And ne'er a time I pass that way
W:But aye I fall a-laughin'.
W:
W:(Chrous)
W:Singing fol lol de lol de rol,
W:Ri fol lol de laddy,
W:Sing fol de du-y, du-y day,
W:Sing fol de du-y daddy.
W:
W:Now Robin was a canny lad
W:Wha had an ainly daughter;
W:He'd niver let her tak a mon,
W:Though mony a yan had sought her.
W:I'll tell you news of my exploits
W:The time the mare was shoeing
W:I steppit in ahint the lass
W:And quickly fell a-wooing.
W:
W:It's aye she eyed my auld breeks
W:The time that they were making;
W:Say I, "My lass, ne'er mind my breeks.
W:There's new yans in the making.
W:Gin ye'll agree to gang wi' me,
W:And leave the carle thy father,
W:Ye'll hae my breeks to keep in trim,
W:Myself and a' together."
W:
W:The lassie smiled and shook her head,
W:Says she "You offer's clever;
W:I think I'll gang awa' w' yan,
W:We'll baith gae on the back o't.
W:For gin I wait my father's time
W:I'll wait till I bin fifty;
W:So I think I'll tak ye at your word,
W:And make a wife sa thrifty."
W:
W:Now Robbie was an angry man
W:For a' t' loss of his daughter,
W:Through all the town baith up and down,
W:And far an near he sought her.
W:But when he cam to our gude inn
W:And found us baith together,
W:Says I "My lad, I've tick your bairn,
W:Tho' ye mak tak my mither."
W:
W:Now RObbie grinned and shook his head;
W:Quo' he, "I think I'll marry;
W:And so I'll tak ye at your word,
W:To end the hurry burry."
W:So Robbie and our ain gudewife
W:Agreed to creep together:
W:So I've ta'en Robbie Tamson's pet,
W:And Robbie's ta'en my mither.
W:

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