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T166258 AND has ald Death e'n come at last / and of his Craft ge'n Gray a cast, Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 102 GRAY's ELLEGIE / WITH HIS / Own Conceity ANSWER. GRAY's ELEGY WITH HIS Own Conceity ANSWER. 1715-1715

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1 AND has ald Death e'n come at last and of his Craft ge'n Gray a cast, Without Respect to Aull or last For ought I hear, Tho' he were Dead ther's no much lost Nay find a Tear. 2 His Parents I did ken fow' well, indeed was better nor him-sell, But for a Truth I cannot tell How auld was he, E'n ask his Meed-wife Jannie Beell, She winny Lie. 3 With Willie Mathew he was bred, a purpose for to learn a Trade, But a the Wives in the Moor side, Had little Peace, But now into his Grave he's laid That crost their Fate. 4 O But he was a cruel Knave, skull Davies Dog and a the leave They were not sure an Hour to live, nor half O that, He Chaste, he Stond, he sought no leave To beat their Back. 5 He left Monross his Native Land, and Betty too I understand, With ne'r a Penny in her Hand Nor Credit had, Ther's no great Miss tho' Death command This roving Blade. 6 This Gray he had a virtuous Wife, was carefull of him all his Life, Poor Woman she had mikle Grief ay while he Liv'd, But now of Sorrow, Sturt and Strife She's e'n reliev'd 7 A Right good Shoe he cou'd a made, But very careless O' his Trade, O mikle ado poor Bettie had To make him Wirk, This lasie Loun in Grave is laid There let him Lurk, 8 When he woud to the Ale-house tour there he would clash and drink an Hour, He nee'r forgot you may be sure The News to read, Nor did he let the Ale grow Sower, That's true indeed. 9 Forsooth he was a gelly Gose, the Tippony about did toss, And with good Fellows took his Doss of Ale you ken. But now the Ale-Wives at a loss Fin care O' them. 10 For Honnest Betty mony a Day, has wish't that a their Bungs were dry, But wou'd you ken the Reason why, He stay'd our Lang And this did Cross Poor Betty ay. when she was Thrang
1 WHAT Raskal's this dar be so bold, me for to Hector so and Scold That thinks my faillings to unfold Which doth me grieve For I am neither Dead nor Old, But we your Leave. 2 Is Louden Folks sick Fools think ye, will they go Thirty Miles and three, To ask the Dead how old I be, That's Jannie Beell, That she can neither Speak nor Lie, They ken fow well. 3 It's true I unto Mathew went, to learn a Trade was my Intent, But Wives more cross then Dogs in Lent it's there did dwell, To make them gree much Time I spent Themselves can tell. 4 How cou'd I be a cruel Knave, to Davie's Dog and a the lave They eat our Hides which did us grive or they were Tan'd To Thieves I'm sure if Justice give, They should be Hang'd 5 I pray you Sir how do you ken, what Money in her Purse was then Be carefull ay folks Name to stain Out fy for Shame, Let Charity with you remain look ay at Hame, 6 It's true I have a Virtuous Wife loves me as she do's her Life, Sure you would give her no Relief Gin I were Dead, No Fardle nor a Penny Loafe. Nay Fiend a Head. 7 It is well kend into this Town, that I can make a pair of Shoon, Altho you say I make but an, And does discrave, Me as Give I were dead and gone, whose yet alive 8 I do not think it with my Pen, to answer Nonsense Line by Line, Nor do I yet the Roason ken, What ailse the lown It's Time when I am Dead and gone for to begin. 9 My Elegie it for to make, such balder dash to undertake Indeed I'm sorry for your sake You silly Fool, It shows your Judgment is but wake To redicoll 10 Me with Sower Ale, or this and that, dry Bungs long Staying, I ken not what, It's a but Nonsence well I wat You should be whang'd, I do not wallow you a Plack. E'n go be hang'd.