ANN ECK SAYSHUN.

Southland Times, Issue 1170, 24 November 1869, Page 1

ANN ECK SAYSHUN.

Her nainsel-frae Lochaber hills J Has lauded at the Pluff, man, Where she'll get everything to puy Bat no ac pickle snuff, man. The public-houses here are grand, The like she'll never saw, man ; An' folk are gangin' out an' in Like shentlemans sac praw, man. - She'll teuk a dander up an' down, An| then Bhe'll venture in, man ; She'll hae a tram o' usquebae — An' sure that is nae sin, man. She'll hear them speak about a lass, Tfiey Ann Eck Sayshun ca', man, An' if the word 9 they'il>»poke be true, She maun be unco praw, man. She'll be a wondrous lass, nae doubt, Jfrae what she'll hear them say, man, She'll open shops in every street Ah' nought -will be to pay, man. She'll gi'e us sneeshin gratis free, . An' whisky in galore, man ; She'll gi'e us" muttou,,beef, and brose, In plenty evermore, man. They'll say the Province is in debt — She'll pay it every plack, man, An' gold to fill our sporrans up, ■ ■•; She'll bring it in a crack, man. flhe'll mat' usa be deuks an' lords, /. An' cock our bonnets braw, man, . ,Wi ? tartans, kilt, an' philabeg An' claymore, dirk, an' a', man. Another tram or two she'll teuk, An' then at ane she'll spier, man, : "Bout Ann Eck Sayshun, where she'll stay, , ■• : ■■'■■ ' An' ; when Bhe'll bring the gear, man. - They glowered as if they'd seen a ghost, -■■>■,'. i Syne raised aloud guffaw, man ; ; ,.;. ,i Sheill thoeht the shentlemans, be crazed, r The like ye nerer saw, man. „.,, .. „pseh,4- But her Hiejand blood was up, ' . The tram was.in her cc, man ; '' - 1 ! Sh°e 'clflnchedlier fisii-^when in there came •i!i i-r TBe bbimiest lass ye'd see, man. '' •' Her-ebeeks w§re like the cabbage rose, i ■.'■■'?■ Like-blue- bells were her een, man ; i , Her hair was like the raven's wing, v fler gait was like a queen, man. Ane o' the Bhentlemans sac grand, '•" "ypj> jrhiskers on his chin, man, Said, tins is Ann Eck Sayshun's sel',' Wha's "everybody ? sfrien', man. "Wi" bonnet off, she'll say, " good lass, I've trunk your usquebae, man, An* she'll gie you her honest thanks : ' Sin' naething is to pay man. a Dumfbundered like she looked and spoke — w Wnat's' : thi9 I hear ye say, man, .'•' Ye'ye trunk my trains o* usquebae , ,f , -An' fle'Br.ffitend.to.pay, man;, -You ugly halinshaker Joan, . Gae back the way ye' ve cam, man, SomeHieland Mac has played ye false, 1 ' An*.maae ye trust a sham, man." Her nainsel to the door she led Wi'' grip upon her lug, man, ;: Tho' Ann Eck Sayshun be fu' praw, She's but a big humbug, man. ..