Mary Gamal, the Vicar of Kirk Whelpington’s Daughter, Is Gone Off With Nichol Clark, His Servant Man
It happen’d at good Christmas tide,
When we play’d at the cards;
That some of us were gentlemen,
And other some were lairds.
While deals were dealt, cards were cut,
And merry we were a’,
And some were waggish, well I wot,
Till in came Charlie Shaw:
And cried, Ye birds of Whelpington,
Fie shame! such simple wark!
For bonny Mary Gamal’s run
Away wi’ Nicol Clark.
But had your tongue, gude maister,
And dinna speak sae cruse;
She came willing thro’ your window,
He did na’ break your house.
Then cry, Ye lairds of Whelpington, &c.