HAD MY DADDIE LEFT ME GEAR ENOUGH. Susanna Blamire Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. Blamire, Susanna, 1747-1794. The Poetical Works of Miss Susanna Blamire “The muse of Cumberland.” Now for the first time collected by Henry Lonsdale, M.D. with a preface, memoir, and notes by Patrick Maxwell, ... Edinburgh John Menzies, 61 Princes Street; R. Tyas, London; D. Robertson, Glasgow; and C. Thurnam, Carlisle. MDCCCXLII. 1842 pp. 233-234.

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HAD MY DADDIE LEFT ME GEAR ENOUGH . Air — My Daddy left me gear eneuch . HAD my daddie left me gear enough , Whene'er I'd gane to kirk or fair , Ilk mither had held out her loof , And led me to her son and heir . Now , gin a canker'd minny comes And sees her dawty set by me , She looks as sour as Gala's plumbs , And wonders what the fool can see . Hout ! man , come here , ye're surely blind , Do ye no see Miss Fowler there ? A bonnier lass ye canna find ; I wat there's nae sic dancer here . Troth ! some folk might hae staid away , And nae ane wad hae mist them yet , For fient a chiel I've seen the day Has spear'd gin she can dance a fit . Then honest Jock loupt on the floor , And cried — We'll a' be canty yet ! And if some grudging souls be here , O may they never dance a fit ! And let them ken , if goud's their pride , It's no won gear that's counted yet , They're here wad take a poundless bride Rise up , my lass , let's dance a fit .