The Jolly Beggars : Fiddlers Tune


Let me ryke up to dight that tear, An' go wi' me an' be my dear; An' then your every care an' fear May whistle owre the lave o't. I am a fiddler to my trade, An' a' the tunes that e'er I played, The sweetest still to wife or maid, Was whistle owre the lave o't. At kirns an' weddins we'se be there, An' O sae nicely's we will fare! We'll bowse about till Daddie Care Sing whistle owre the lave o't. Sae merrily's the banes we'll pyke, An' sun oursel's about the dyke; An' at our leisure, when ye like, We'll whistle owre the lave o't. But bless me wi' your heav'n o' charms, An' while I kittle hair on thairms, Hunger, cauld, an' a' sic harms, May whistle owre the lave o't. I am a fiddler to my trade, An' a' the tunes that e'er I played, The sweetest still to wife or maid, Was whistle owre the lave o't.

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Alan Cumming
John Bett

About this work

This is a song by Robert Burns. It was written in 1785 and is read here by Alan Cumming.

Themes for this song

poverty seduction friendship

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