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The Buck O' Kingwatter

words R Anderson, tune Greenoaken

When I was single I rode a fine naig
And was called the Buck o' Kingwatter
Now the coat on me back has got but one sleeve
And my breeks are all of a tatter

Sing oh the lasses the lazy lasses
Keep frae the lasses o' Branton
I ne'er would ha' married the day that I married
But I was young, foolish and wanton

I married a lass, an angel I thowt
Now she's turned a picture of evil
She gapes, ye may coont ivery tooth in her heid
And she bawls fit tae frighten the Divvil

Sing oh the lasses the lazy lasses...

Today she slipped oot, some baccy tae buy
And left me rocking the cradle
I fell in a doze, and when she got hyem
She brokk me heid wi' the ladle

Sing oh the lasses the lazy lasses

I ne'er had the heart tae handle a gun
Or I'd run away an' leave her
She pretends tae win purns but that's aw fun
They say she's ower kind with the weaver

Sing oh the lasses the lazy lasses...

I dinnerless gan for half of the week
If I get a bit collop on Sunday
She cuts me nae mair than would physick a sneype
Then we've tatties and point on Monday

Sing oh the lasses the lazy lasses...

Though weary o' life with a good for nowt wife
I wish I could get me another
And then I could gie the Divvil his due
For tekkin' away the tother

Sing oh the lasses the lazy lasses...

A song by the celebrated Cumbrian poet and songmaker Robert Anderson (1770-1833). We found it in Keith Gregson's Cumbrian Songs And Ballads. A fairly typical example of the henpecked husband class of songs, though it's always worth reading between the lines. He set it to the pipe tune The Breckans O' Branton. We've used another tune, but allow ourselves a blast of The Breckans at the end. The Kingwatter is a stream that joins the Irthing above Brampton (or Branton, as here).

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