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 ^^6 Collectanea.

Dance to your daddy, my little lady, Dance to your daddy, my bonny lamb, An' ye'll get a fishie in a little dishie, An' a whirligiggie an' a supple Tam.

We are a' King William's men,

Ma thurie an' my thorie, An' we are a' King William's men

Within a golden sorie.^

Pit the doggie to the mill.

This gait an' that gait, Tak' a lick oot o' this wifie's pyock, An' a lick oot o' the neist wifie s pyock,

An' a drink at the mill dam. An' gang hame, loup for spang, loup for spang, loup for spang !

My father an' mither wis Irish,

An' I am Irish too, I boucht a fiddle for ninepence.

An' it wis Irish too, An' a' the tunes 'at it could play Wis " owre the hills an' far away," I bruck it here, I bruck it there, An' 1 bruck it through the middle.

As I gaed by ray aunty's door

My aunty wis suppin' sowens, I socht a sup, I got a sup,

I socht a suppy mair \ She gaed me in the moo Wi' the red het spurtle, An' burnt it an' left but a hair. An' here's it !

{Parish of Cruden.)

^Cf. Shetland carol, "We are a' Queen Mary's Men." County Folklore, vol. iii., p. 253.