“Aneath My Apron”

Description

The singer's cows go astray on a may morning; she follows and finds a "burr stack to my apron." Now her apron rides high; "there's a braw lad below my apron." Father, mother, friends all ask what she has beneath her apron

Supplemental text

Aneath My Apron
  Complete text(s)

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(No title)

From (George R. Kinloch), The Ballad Book (1827), number XXI,
pp. 71-72. No source listed.

It fell on a morning, a morning in May,
My father's cows they all went astray,
I loutit me doun, and the heather was gay,
  And a burr stack to my apron.

O! ance my apron it was side, (sic.)
But now my knees it will scarcely hide,
And O the grief that I do bide,
  Whan I look to my apron.

O! ance my apron it was new,
But now it's gotten anither hue,
But now it's gotten anither hue,
  There's a braw lad below my apron.

I saw my father on the stair,
Kaiming doun his yellow hair,
Says -- "What is that ye've gotten there,
  Sae weel row'd aneath your apron?"

It's no a vagabond, nor yet a loon --
He's the rarest stay-maker in a' the toun,
And he's made a stomacher to bear up my goun,
  And I row'd it aneath my apron.

I saw my mither on the stair,
Kaiming done (sic.) her yellow hair,
Says -- "What's that ye've gotten there,
  Sae weel row'd aneath your apron?

It is my mantle and my shirt,
I had nae will to daidle it,
I had nae will to daidle it,
  And I row'd it aneath my apron.

As I was walking up the street,
Wi' silver slippers on my feet,
O! aye my friends I'd ill will to meet,
  And my braw lad row'd in my apron.

Notes

This is another of Kinloch's songs with no source listed and no background information. But it looks traditional. - RBW

References

1. Kinloch-BBook XXI, pp. 71-72, (no title) (1 text)
2. ST KinBB21 (Full)
3. Roud #899
4. BI, KinBB21