THE GRUAGACH.
The lightsome lad wi’ yellow hair,
The elfin lad that is so fair,
He comes in rich and braw attire —
To loose the kine within the byre —
My lightsome lad, my leering lad,
He's tittering here; he's tittering there —
I'll hear him plain, but seek in vain
To find my lad wi’ yellow hair.
He's dressed so fine, he's dressed so grand,
A supple switch is in his hand;
I've seen while I a-milking sat
The shadow of his beaver hat.
My lightsome lad, my leering lad,
He's tittering here; he's tittering there —
I'll hear him plain, but seek in vain
To find my lad wi’ yellow hair.
My chuckling lad, so full o’ fun,
Around the corners he will run;
Behind the door he'll sometimes jink,
And blow to make my candle blink.
My lightsome lad, my leering lad,
He's tittering here; he's tittering there —
I'll hear him plain, but seek in vain
To find my lad wi’ yellow hair.
The elfin lad that is so braw,
He'll sometimes hide among the straw;
He's sometimes leering from the loft —
He's tittering low and tripping soft.
My lightsome lad, my leering lad,
He's tittering here; he's tittering there —
I'll hear him plain, but seek in vain
To find my lad wi’ yellow hair.
And every time I'll milk the kine
He'll have his share — the luck be mine!
I'll pour it in yon hollowed stone,
He'll sup it when he's all alone —
My lightsome lad, my leering lad,
He's tittering here; he's tittering there —
I'll hear him plain, but seek in vain
To find my lad wi’ yellow hair.
O me! if I'd his milk forget,
Nor cream, nor butter I would get;
Ye needna’ tell — I ken full well —
On all my kine he'd cast his spell.
My lightsome lad, my leering lad,
He's tittering here; he's tittering there —
I'll hear him plain, but seek in vain
To find my lad wi’ yellow hair.
On nights when I would rest at ease,
The merry lad begins to tease;
He'll loose the kine to take me out,
And titter while I move about.
My lightsome lad, my leering lad,
He's tittering here; he's tittering there —
I'll hear him plain, but seek in vain
To find my lad wi’ yellow hair.