Allan Ramsay (1686-1758)
Give Me a Lass with a Lump of Land
1Gi'e me a lass with a lump of land,
2 And we for life shall gang thegither;
3Tho' daft or wise I'll never demand,
4 Or black or fair it maks na whether.
5I'm aff with wit, and beauty will fade,
6 And blood alane is no worth a shilling;
7But she that's rich her market's made,
8 For ilka charm about her is killing.
9 Gi'e me a lass with a lump of land,
10 And in my bosom I'll hug my treasure;
11Gin I had anes her gear in my hand,
12 Should love turn dowf, it will find pleasure.
13Laugh on wha likes, but there's my hand,
14 I hate with poortith, tho' bonny, to meddle;
15Unless they bring cash or a lump of land,
16 They'se never get me to dance to their fiddle.
17 There's meikle good love in bands and bags,
18 And siller and gowd's a sweet complexion;
19But beauty, and wit, and virtue in rags,
20 Have tint the art of gaining affection.
21Love tips his arrows with woods and parks,
22 And castles, and riggs, and moors, and meadows;
23And naithing can catch our modern sparks,
24 But well-tocher'd lasses or jointur'd widows.
12] dowf: dull.
14] poortith: poverty.
20] tint: lost.
22] riggs: ridges.
24] well-tocher'd: well-dowered.
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Original text: Allan Ramsay, Poems (Edinburgh: Thomas Ruddiman for the author, 1728).
First publication date:
RPO poem editor: N. J. Endicott
RP edition: 2RP.1.644; RPO 1996-2000.
Recent editing: 2:2002/1/30
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