Poems by Robert Burns

Presented by the RBWF

Come rede me, dame – [Come rede me, dame]

1
COME rede me dame, come tell me, dame,
“My dame come tell me truly,
What length o’ graith, when weel ca’d hame,
Will sair a woman duly?”
The carlin clew her wanton tail,
Her wanton tail sae ready------
I learn’d a sang in Annandale,
Nine inch will please a lady.---

2
But for a koontrie cunt like mine,
In sooth, we ‘re nae sae gentle;
We ‘ll tak tway thumb-bread to the nine,
And that ‘s a sonsy pintle:
O Leeze me on my Charlie lad,
I’ll ne’er forget my Charlie!
Tway roarin handfu’s and a daud,
He nidge’t it in fu’ rarely.------

3
But weary fa’ the laithron doup,
And may it ne’er be thrivin!
It ‘s no the length that maks me loup,
But it ‘s the double drivin.-----
Come nidge me, Tam, come nudge me, Tam,
Come nidge me o’er the nyvel!
Come lowse and lug your battering ram,
And thrash him at my gyvel!