TO THE
Praise of the Weavers
GIVING AN
Account of their behaviour at a Wedding in Elgin of Murray.
to it's own proper Tune
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1. O Vow was there ever seen,
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So many Weavers stout and keen
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With Cluted Coats and riven Shoon
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at Geordie Malice Brithel.
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2. All the foul Weavers in a roe,
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unto the Church they did all go
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And they had words and blows also
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at Geordie Melice Brithel.
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3. For when they came the Church within
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then an ill Strife they did begin,
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Which did make many Weavers Rin
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from Geordie Malice Brithel.
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4 The foul Weavers, for State did strive,
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at one another they did rive;
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Says James Lie, let me never Thrive
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but I shall leave your Brithel.
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6 Bold Gordie stroke, With a good Rung
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Gart some of the Weavers flisk Dung,
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He gart a Mans Teeth, cut thorough his Tongue
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at Geordie Malice Brithel
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7 Tam Cook bad them make less din,
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else he would give them a pay'd Skin,
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But yet an old Wife gart him rin,
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from Geordie Malice Brithel.
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8 then meikle Meg came in with speed,
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and Strake a Weaver on the Head,
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And with her Rock she dang him dead
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at Geordie Malice Brithel.
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9 Then all the Weavers strack about,
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and there was skeath that day no doubt
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Some of their een was Picked out
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at Gordie Malice Brithel.
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10 The Minister came in at last,
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an angry look on them did cast
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Then Geordie Malice did Rin fast
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that he might be first Married.
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11 But Geordie Malice with disgrace,
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was put out of the Marriage Dase,
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And the other Man did get the Place
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at Geordie Malice Brithel.
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12 But all the Weavers tarried
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unril Gordie was maried,
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But long or night miscaried
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at Geordie Malice Brithel.
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13 When George got his Bride by the Hand
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the weavers would no longer stand,
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But away went all the foul Band
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to Convoy Geordie Malice,
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14 To the Brithel House went they all
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and for Meat and Drink did they call
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But yet their Money was but small
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at Geordie Malice Brithel.
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15 When they were all set down to Meat
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like hungry Hounds they did all eat,
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But they took all at a small Rate,
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at Geordie Malice Brithel.
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16 They were such a gluttenous pack
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that they eat till their Guts did crack
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And both their Ends together spake
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at Geordie Malice Brithel
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17 Then Geordie Malice Swore an Oath
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that they had supped all his Broath,
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And drunken all his Drink for nought
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that was made for the Brithel.
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18 Then all the Weavers they spake out,
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your Money George ye need not doubt
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Each one shall pay a share about
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untill we clear our Lawin.
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19 Deacon Purse payed a ba bie.
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and there was a plack gotten from three
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Says Geordie Malice pox take me
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if such Sums as this will pay me,
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20 O wo's me for old John Scot
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because he would not pay a Groat
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They dang his Teeth into his Throat
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at Geordie Malice Brithel.
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21 Then James Chalmers seeing that,
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took the Tap-tree out of the Fat,
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22 And strake the Weavers where they sat
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at Geordie Malice Brithel.
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Then dentie Deavie left his Seat,
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to run away he thought it meet,
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But woes me he wanted Feet
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to Run from Geordies Brithel.
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23 Geordie Gordon with his long Gamon
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he came out to call up a Men
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For to eat both Bread and Salmond
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at Geordie Malice Brithel.
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24 Maggie Purse with her Meikle Mon
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she eat so fast that she grew fow,
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She wisht that she were Home to Spew
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from Geordie Malice Brithel.
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25 Deacon Culback with his black Hat,
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he swore to work them meillle wrack
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They behav'd so ill the Grize pack
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at Geordie Malice Brithal.
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