HER NAINSEL’ TO NEW ZEALAND CAM.

Temuka Leader, Volume I, Issue 78, 14 September 1878, Page 3

HER NAINSEL’ TO CAM.

Her nainsel’ to New Zealand cam, Without a prow 11 bawbee, man ; She’ll turn a shepherd to her trade, An’ got the rauckle fee, man. She’ll sairt her maister weel eneugh, And then she’ll thocht it fair, man, When every year was runnin’ dune, She’ll aye be socht it mair, man. An’ then she’ll got her twa three coos, Will soon pe turn a trove, man ; She’ll got nae rent to pay the laird, But o’er the hills they’ll rove, man. An’ then she’ll got herseT a farm To grow the wheats an’ corn, man ; An’ then she’ll got the bonnie stacks As soon’s she’ll got them shorn, man. An’ then she’ll bigg herseT a house. Betheikit a’ wi’ strae, man ; She’ll got nae stanes to big the wa’s, Except the yellow clay, man. An’ then slie’ll thocht she’ll got a wife To mend her breeks an’ hose, man ; But when she’ll go to see the lass, They’ll a’ turn up their nose, man. The lassies a’ abobt this place, They’ll a’ be unco shy, man ; Its no the mans they want ava’, But joosc the sheeps and kye, man. For if you’ll nae have sheeps and coos They’ll thocht yer nocht ava’, man, Although ye was the brawest lad The sun was ever saw, man. It’s no the way in my countree, Whaur blooms the heather bell, man, Whaur lassies tak the lads they like, An’ a’ for love its<T, man. 0 there they’ll spend the happy days, And poo the nits and slaes, man, And there they’ll brew the mountain dew On bonnie Rannoch Braes, man. John Barr.