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 Collectanea, 355

There was a wife an' she deet, an' her man green't [longed for] for her Hver. He took it oot an' roastit it an' ate it ; an' she cam in ae day. He said : —

" Fat maks your feet sae braid ? '

" I've gaen mair than ever I've read."

" Fat maks your een sae howe ? ''

" It's lyin' sae lang amon' the dowe."

" Fat gars your guts hing oot ? "

" It was you ! It was you !" {Cruden.)

Gowf ba', cherry tree, Catch a bird an' gie it me, Let the tree be high or low. Let the weather be frost or snow.

Gowf ba', cherry tree,

How many apples do you give me ?

One for the leddy, an' anither for the laird.

An" anither for the little boy that sits in the yaird.

{Old Aberdeen, eighty years ago.)

Whistle Bairdie had a coo. White and black aboot the mou, Wasna that a dainty coo Belonged to ^Vhistle Bairdie?

Ting-a-ling-a-long-tong,

Fa's that 'at's deid ? Aul' Cattie Gilbert,

Wi' a sair heid. A' them 'at kent her

Fan she wis alive. Come till her beerial

Atween fower an' five.

Brose an' butter an' a', Sowens an' succar an' a'. An' isna she verra weel aft' 'At gets brose an' butter an' a'?

Honey an' ham, an' jeely an' jam, An' a skate like a barn-door.