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N15240 WAES me, auld Reikie, we man part, / Bare is my Pouch, and sare my Heart, Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 180195 Burnbank's Farewel to Edin- / burgh, at his Departure for the / Indies, with his last Will / and Testament. Burnbank's Farewel to Edin- burgh, at his Departure for the Indies, with his last Will and Testament. Burnbank's Farewell to Edinburgh, at his Departure for the Indies, with his last Will and Testament. Pennecuik, Alexander 1722-1722

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WAES me, auld Reikie, we man part, Bare is my Pouch, and sare my Heart, Tho I was anes thought unko smart, And fow oWiles, Alake, auld Nick, wi his black Art, Wise Folk beguiles! 2. My Bennison light on them a, Speaks good of me when Im awa. Wae worth the Judges o the Law, Cald be their Cast, The blackest Sight that eer I saw, Theyve provd at last. 3. Anes in a Day I thought my sell, Sae very sicker, and sae fell, I could outwit the Deil in Hell, Cunning is he, Wi meikle Shame, Im forcd to tell, Hes cheated me. 4. Ye wonnie find the like o me, Betwixt Kirkcudbright and Dundee; For cliver was I at a Plea, As ere ye saw, Frae a the Rakes I bore the Gree, And dang them a. 5. Tho I look grave as Prophet Samuel, And am a feckless, ill grown Bramble, Yet, when I got upon the Ramble, Take ye my Word, The prettiest Man feard Jamie Campbell, Wi his short Sword. 6. Yae Day I met with Colonel Vauss, A Man amest as bigs the Bass; And cause I could not reach his Hass, I prickd his Wame, I true, the Colonel got his Pass, Went cripling Hame. 7. But now sen I mun make a Trip, Il een contrive to cheat the Ship, And when Ive playd a souple Slip, Never fear it, Ill to the Madagascars skip, And turn Pyrate. 8. Yell hear good News o me, I hope, Il be as great a Mans the Pope, For to deceive was ay my Scope, Folk muny starve, L---d keep my Neck lang frae the Rope, I well deserve.
<seg n="1" rend="left"><hi rend="italic">My last WILL.</hi></seg> <lb/> <seg n="2" rend="left"><hi rend="italic">IN Case that I be drownd or hangd;</hi></seg> <seg n="3" rend="left"><hi rend="italic">That nane of a my Friends be wrangd,</hi></seg>
I leave a Gear that ere belangd To me in Life, Amang the Women that Ive bangd, Except my Wife. 2. Out o the readiest o my Gear, Five Shillings, and the Breeks I wear, To Thomas Shiels the Bombardier, To slocken Drouth; No out of Kindness, but for Fear He tell the Truth. 3. I leave Law Pleas to Ross o Neuck, Whose bonny Castle Post I took. And nathing paid, by Hook or Crook, I was sae slim; My Malison to Pennecuick, The plague rot him. 4. A wally Testimonial he Has to the Indians sent wi me, I hope to meet him ere I die, Hell change his Tune, Il gar him meikle Penance dree, For what hes done. 5. To Robin Roy, my Highland Durk, Wi which I aft made bloodly Work, And fought wi Messengers (like Turk,) and Georde Young, Wha said my Head was light like Cork, But now Im dung. 6. Because I dare na well deny, I cheated Lethem and Mkay, Whose Heirs will curse me till they dye, Ill Counsel give, To go alongst wi me for I, Will make them live. 7. As for the Bairns of Sandy Scot, Whom I trickt out of every Grot, I leave to them my auld Plush Coat, Twas anes bren new; The Way I gat it wha knows not? Which some Folk rue. 8. Now, Fare ye well, my dainty Kate, I lovd ye ay ye ged so fet: And if the Warld dinno mend, Come to me, and well make a Fend: Ye need nae fear; for your daft End, And my wise Head, Are Things by which we may depend To win our Bread.
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