The King's Muster, 
 
 To which is added, 
 KAE LUCK ABOUT THE HOUSE, 
 
 AND 
 
 ¥P IN THE MORNING EARLY, 
 
 BA VLB Y BAIBB, 
 
 GLASGOW: 
 Published and Sold, Wholesale and Retail, 
 by R„ Hutchison, Bookseller, 
 19. SaltriarkcU 
 
 1823. 
 
THE KING'S MUSTE1L 
 
 TtlNS— The Auld Wife ayont the fire. 
 
 Little wat ye wha's coming, 
 Little wat he wha's coming, 
 Little wat ye wlia's coming, 
 Now the King himsel's coming. 
 
 T&sfe'a coaches coming, steam-boats humuiig: 
 Targets coming, turtles scumming* 
 Bow Street, and Lochaber's corning 
 yfi pipe* to make a braw bumming, 
 
 Little ken ye wha's coming. 
 Clans and clowns and a's com&f. 
 
 Curtis and his cook's coming* 
 '(Ueftgftrry and his tail's coming, 
 Duke aad Dungwaessell's coming, 
 A*kd walth o' gaucie bailies comieg. 
 
 Little wat ye wha's eoming, 
 Now the King himsel's coming, 
 
 Tdtmri s coming, mucin's coming, 
 Oregarich's comiiag, Greenock's comlfig, 
 Here's the holly badge o' Drummoad, 
 And there's a Celt, that's but a rum oa«, 
 
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 Little ken ye wha's coming, 
 4 Cat and Capperfae's coming. 
 
 Breadalbane's breekless kernes are coming, 
 Paisley's weaving barns are coming, 
 Dirks are coming, treddles coming, 
 Provost Jarvie's coack is coming. 
 
 Little wat ye wba's coming, 
 Now the King hims^l's coming. 
 
 ffcere'* plaides enow, and mauds coming, 
 Bonnie border lads coming, 
 Haw you stare, ye jade, woman, 
 'JP© fee the braw cockades coming. 
 
 Little wat ye wba's coming, 
 Young Buccleuch and a's coming* 
 
 The great Macallummore's coming, 
 Tfc* thane and ihe Strathmore's coming* 
 A body canna snore, woman, 
 A' their piprochs squeeling, bumming, 
 
 Lhtle wat ye wba's coming, 
 Waild and wife, and a's coming. 
 
 Add Roekie's turnM a daft woman, 
 There's carze in everv carft, woman ; 
 And, troth, it's a' but weel-becoming, 
 New the King himscl's coming. 
 
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 Little ken ye wba's coming, 
 King and kilt, and a's coming.! 
 
 KAE LUCK ABOUT THE HOUSE, 
 
 And are ye sure the news are trueJ 
 
 And are ye sure he's weel! 
 I* this a time to ta'k o' wark, 
 
 Mak' hast set by your wheel. 
 Is this a time to ta'k o' wark, 
 
 When Collin's at the door, 
 Gi'e me my cloak, I'll to the Quey 
 
 And see him come ashore. 
 
 For there's nae luck about the house. 
 
 There's rae luck ava; 
 There's little pleasure in the house, 
 
 When our gudeman's awa. 
 
 Rise up and mak' a clean fireside, 
 
 Put on the mucklc Pat, 
 Gi'e little Kate her cotton gown, 
 
 And Jock his Sunday's coat; 
 And mak' their shoon as black as slae* 
 
 Their hose as white as snaw, 
 It's a' to please my ain gudewan, 
 
 For he's been lang awa. 
 For there's nae luck, &c. 
 
 There's twa fat hens upon the bauk, 
 9 S hcea fed tkis month and tnair, 
 
M*k' bast » nd tnraw their necks about * 
 
 That Coliin weel may fare; 
 Amd spread the table neat and clean, 
 
 Gar ilka thing look braw, 
 It'* a' for love o' my gudeman 9 
 
 Fot he's been lang awa. 
 For there's nae luck, &c, 
 
 O gv*e me down my higgonets, 
 
 My Bishop satin gown, 
 For I maun tell the Bailie's wile, 
 
 That Collin's come to town. 
 My Sunday's shoon they maun g&e on, 
 
 Mv hose o' pearl blue, 
 U's a' to please my ain gudcman, 
 
 For ce's baith leal and true. 
 For there's nae luck, &c* 
 
 SaiJ tide's his words, sae smooth'* hi* sp$fxA, 
 His breath like culler air, 
 Mis very foot has music in't 
 
 When he comes up the stair. 
 And will I see his face again, 
 And will I hear him speak, 
 1*** downright dizzy wi' the thought. 
 In troth I'm like to greet. 
 For there** nae luck, &c. 
 
 UP IN THE MORNING EARLY. 
 
 e*mj> blaws the win' frae north to south, 
 And drift is driving saiily; 
 
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 skee-p are cotiringl' the hcagh, 
 
 O girs! it's winter fairly, 
 Naw op in the morning's no fbr me, 
 
 Wp in the morning early; 
 Yd rather gaag supperless to my bed, 
 
 Mian rise in the morning earl v. 
 
 Jtude rairs the blast amang the woods, 
 
 The branches lirlin barely; 
 Aniatig the chimley taps it thuds, 
 
 And frost is nippen salrly. 
 Now «p in the morning's no for rae, 
 
 Up in the morning early; 
 T* ait a' night I'd rather agree, 
 
 Than rise in the morning early, 
 
 Tfce ran peeps o'er yon sou-thlan' hill, 
 
 Like onie timorous carlie: 
 Jast blinks a wee, then sinks again, 
 
 And that we rind severely. 
 Nftw np in the morning's no for me, 
 
 Up in the morning early; 
 W4ien snaw blaws into the chimley cheek, 
 
 Wha'd rise in the morning early. 
 
 Mae Unties lilt on hedge or bush, 
 Poor things they suffer saiily; 
 
 la cauldrife quarters a' the night, 
 A* day they feed but sparely* 
 
 N*w np h< the moining's no for me, 
 Bj* in the morning early; 
 
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 Wfcafc fate can be waur, in winter time, 
 Than rise in the morning early. 
 
 A eosey house, and a cantie wife, 
 
 Keeps aye a body cheery: 
 Aad pantry stow'd wi' meal and mart, 
 |f- It answers unco rarely. 
 IhH up in the morning na, na na, 
 
 Up in the morning early; 
 The gowans maun glint on bank aii' bra* 
 
 Ere I rise in the morning early. 
 
 BAULDY BA1RD. 
 
 Bauldy Baird* a come again, 
 Bauldy Baird's ceaie again; 
 Tell the news through burgh aul 
 Bauldy Baird's come again! 
 
 0 Sauldy Baird can buy and mil - 
 Barrels herring, lades o' meat; 
 Cheat till the good man be poor, 
 And putch till the good wife look tour; 
 Laugh and clatter, curse and Ujo, 
 Tell a lie wi' onie man. 
 Tell the news to a* ye ken, 
 That Bauldy Baird's come agaia , 
 
 Bauldy Baird can drinlH I trow, 
 Xdl a* the bodies roun* be uT; 
 Ilka ane that shares his bicker, 
 Ksns how Bauldy psy§ his liquor. 
 
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 When ye're fu', he's on the catch, 
 Me'H buy yorr blankets, corn, or watch* 
 Ye eh rpcrs a', though London reared, 
 Area* but cuiffb to Bauldy Baird. 
 
 Bauldy Baird can brag (£ gambling, 
 Kens the airts o' dark dissembling* 
 Bauldy Baird can make a ten, 
 To cut the Jack at Catch-the-Ten. 
 Farmer bodies! watch your pease, 
 Hide your butter, eggs, and chesae; 
 For whether ripe, or iii the braird, 
 It's a' ane to Bkuldy baird. 
 
 O I close that slap there, loejk that yate, 
 Else some stcoks will tak' the gate; 
 For Bauldy's poney likes your grai^, 
 Jast as wee! as 'twere his am: 
 Stooks o' corn, and shaves o' pease; 
 Whiles your hens, and whiles your gee»e: 
 For, faith, he's no so easy scared, 
 It's a' ane to Bauldy Baird. 
 
 f)n Bauldy Baird the law wa§ fib* 
 
 To draw him on a cart to jail; 
 But Bauldy Baird, the pauky demriJ, 
 SUpt the loop, and left the beagle; 
 C^cr the dike and through the fiels, 
 Bauldy ran wi* mettle heels. 
 Wasch the corn stack, Robin Law* 
 For Bauldy Baird's run awa\ 
 O rin, and' let the bailie ken, 
 Thin Bauldy 'BaircPsccme again. ' 
 
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