Scroggam


There was a wife wonn'd in Cockpen, Scroggam; She brew'd gude ale for gentlemen, Sing auld Cowl, lay ye down by me, Scroggam, my Dearie, ruffum. The gudewife's dochter fell in a fever, Scroggam; The priest o' the parish fell in anither, Sing auld Cowl, lay ye down by me, Scroggam, my Dearie, ruffum. They laid the twa i' the bed thegither, Scroggam; That the heat o' the tane might cool the tither, Sing auld Cowl, lay ye down by me, Scroggam, my Dearie, ruffum.

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Derek Riddell

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This is a song by Robert Burns. It is read here by Derek Riddell.

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