Misc Traditional – Kate Dalrymple (Guitar)

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In a wee cot hoose far across the moor,

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Where pea-weeps, plovers, and waups cry dreary,

  D
Liv'd an auld maid for mony a lang year,

                       A        D
Never a lover cam tae caa her dearie.

  D
Lonely lassie was Kate Dalrymple,

  D
Thrifty quine was Kate Dalrymple;

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Nae music, ataw but the clair burnie's wimple

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Could be heard doon at dwallin place o' Kate Dalrymple.

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Face had the smack o' the gruesome and the grim,

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From the attentions of her lovers tae defend her;

 D
Long long nose reaching doon tae her chin,

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That pits ye in mind o' the witch o' Endor;

  D
Wiggle in her walk had Kate Dalrymple,

  D
Snivvle in her talk had Kate Dalrymple;

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Many a cornelian and cairngorm pimple,

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Was ahangit tae the craggy face o' Kate Dalrymple.

     D
She span terry woo' the hale winter thro'

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For Kate was ne'er lazy, but eident and thrifty;

      D
She wrocht 'mang the peats, coil'd the hay, shor the corn,

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An' supported her sel' by her ain hard shift aye.

      D
But ne'er a lover came to Kate Dalrymple,

      D
For beauty an' tocher wanted Kate Dalrymple;

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Unheeded was the quean, baith by gentle and simple,

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A blank in existence seem'd puir Kate Dalrymple.

  D
Such are the ups an the doons in life,

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There's aye some fate fallin tapsalteerie;

 D
Kate fell heir tae a rich estate,

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Never lots o' lovers wid she gang weary;

  D
Lawyer cam a-wooin o' Kate Dalrymple,

  D
Provost and a priest for Kate Dalrymple,

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Ev'ry loo'ers' face had long smiling dimple;

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Now they dinna caa her Kate, they caa her Miss Dalrymple.

  D
Happen then she thought when she lived by hersel,

                                         A      D
She could marry Willie Speedyspool, the sarkin weaver;

 D
Unto Willie she the secret did tell,

                          A      D
For love more interested did receive her;

  D
Flung by his beddle for Kate Dalrymple,

  D
Burned his treddle for Kate Dalrymple;

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Tho' his right eye was skaillie and his left leg was limp,

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Well he's won the heart and got the hand o' Kate Dalrymple.