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I see the Gowk an' the Gowk sees me / Beside a berry-bush by the aipple-tree. / "Old Scots Rhyme".
'Tib, my auntie's a deil to wark, / Has me risin' 'afore the sun; / Aince her heid is abune her sark / Then the clash o' her tongue's begun! / Warslin', steerin' wi' hens an' swine, / Naucht kens she o' a freend o' mine -- / But the Gowk that bides i' the woods o' Dun / He kens him fine!
Past the yaird an' ahint the stye, / O the aipples grow bonnilie! / Tib, my auntie, she canna' spy / Wha comes creepin' to kep wi' me. / Aye! she'd sort him, for, dod, she's fell! / Whisht nou, Jimmie, an' hide yersel' / An' the wice-like bird i' the aipple-tree / He winna' tell!
Aprile-month, or the aipples flower, / Tib, my auntie, will rage an' ca'; / Jimmie lad, she may rin an' glower -- / What care I? We'll be far awa'! / Let her seek me the leelang day, / Wha's to tell her the road we'll gae? / For the cannie Gowk, tho' he kens it a', / He winna' say!