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HERRING, MACKEREL, AND OYSTER. 167
The tap loops wi’ his fingers he grippit wi' ease; Then he marched through the house, he marched
but, he marched ben, Like ower mony mair o' our great little men, That I laugh clean outright, for I couldna contain, He was sic a conceit-sic an ancient-like wean !
But mid a' his daffin sic kindness he shows,
shower, When bodies ha'e got ae bit bairn o'their ain, How he cheers up their hearts—he's the wonderfu’
THE HERRING, THE MACKEREL, AND
The laverock and the lark,
A PLAY TO BE PERFORMED WITH THE FINGERS.
SCENE: A house-door, represented by the first and
third fingers of the right hand, brought as close together as possible (the hand being turned so as to have the back down). THE ROBBER (represented by the second finger) outside the door; within are THE LADY (represented by the thumb), and KATHARINE NIPSY, her servant (represented by the little finger).
ROBBER knocks at the door. LADY : Who's that knocking at my door, Katharine
The door parts in two, and the robber
advances, bowing: ROBBER: Your servant, madam! your servant,
The play here suddenly terminates, the
speaker of the dialogue adding, in
a low fearful voice, And he worried them a'!
BY PERMISSION OF MR. D. ROBERTSON, GLASGOW.
WEE Willie Winkie rins through the town,
cheep, And here's a waukrife laddie! that winna fa' asleep. Onything but sleep, you rogue ! glow'ring like the
moon, Rattling in an airn jug wi' an airn spoon; Rumbling, tumbling, round about, crawing like a
cock, Skirling like a kenna-what, wauk’ning sleeping folk. Hey, Willie Winkie—the wean's in a creel ! Wambling aff a body's knee like a very eel; Rugging at the cat's lug, and raveling a' her
thrumsHey, Willie Winkie—see, there he comes !