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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=447681" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Lang Coortin</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The ladye she stood at her lattice high,<br>Wi' her doggie at her feet;<br>Thorough the lattice she can spy<br>The passers in the street, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'There's one that standeth at the door,<br>And tirleth at the pin:<br>Now speak and say, my popinjay,<br>If I sall let him in.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then up and spake the popinjay<br>That flew abune her head:<br>'Gae let him in that tirls the pin:<br>He cometh thee to wed.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">O when he cam' the parlour in,<br>A woeful man was he!<br>'And dinna ye ken your lover agen,<br>Sae well that loveth thee?' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'And how wad I ken ye loved me, Sir,<br>That have been sae lang away?<br>And how wad I ken ye loved me, Sir?<br>Ye never telled me sae.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Said - 'Ladye dear,' and the salt, salt tear<br>Cam' rinnin' doon his cheek,<br>'I have sent the tokens of my love<br>This many and many a week. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'O didna ye get the rings, Ladye,<br>The rings o' the gowd sae fine?<br>I wot that I have sent to thee<br>Four score, four score and nine.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'They cam' to me,' said that fair ladye.<br>'Wow, they were flimsie things!'<br>Said - 'that chain o' gowd, my doggie to howd,<br>It is made o' thae self-same rings.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'And didna ye get the locks, the locks,<br>The locks o' my ain black hair,<br>Whilk I sent by post, whilk I sent by box,<br>Whilk I sent by the carrier?' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'They cam' to me,' said that fair ladye;<br>'And I prithee send nae mair!'<br>Said - 'that cushion sae red, for my doggie's head,<br>It is stuffed wi' thae locks o' hair.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'And didna ye get the letter, Ladye,<br>Tied wi' a silken string,<br>Whilk I sent to thee frae the far countrie,<br>A message of love to bring?' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'It cam' to me frae the far countrie<br>Wi' its silken string and a';<br>But it wasna prepaid,' said that high-born maid,<br>'Sae I gar'd them tak' it awa'.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'O ever alack that ye sent it back,<br>It was written sae clerkly and well!<br>Now the message it brought, and the boon that it sought,<br>I must even say it mysel'.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then up and spake the popinjay,<br>Sae wisely counselled he.<br>'Now say it in the proper way:<br>Gae doon upon thy knee!' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The lover he turned baith red and pale,<br>Went doon upon his knee:<br>'O Ladye, hear the waesome tale<br>That must be told to thee! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'For five lang years, and five lang years,<br>I coorted thee by looks;<br>By nods and winks, by smiles and tears,<br>As I had read in books. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'For ten lang years, O weary hours!<br>I coorted thee by signs;<br>By sending game, by sending flowers,<br>By sending Valentines. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'For five lang years, and five lang years,<br>I have dwelt in the far countrie,<br>Till that thy mind should be inclined<br>Mair tenderly to me. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Now thirty years are gane and past,<br>I am come frae a foreign land:<br>I am come to tell thee my love at last -<br>O Ladye, gie me thy hand!' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The ladye she turned not pale nor red,<br>But she smiled a pitiful smile:<br>'Sic' a coortin' as yours, my man,' she said<br>'Takes a lang and a weary while!' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And out and laughed the popinjay,<br>A laugh of bitter scorn:<br>'A coortin' done in sic' a way,<br>It ought not to be borne!' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wi' that the doggie barked aloud,<br>And up and doon he ran,<br>And tugged and strained his chain o' gowd,<br>All for to bite the man. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'O hush thee, gentle popinjay!<br>O hush thee, doggie dear!<br>There is a word I fain wad say,<br>It needeth he should hear!' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Aye louder screamed that ladye fair<br>To drown her doggie's bark:<br>Ever the lover shouted mair<br>To make that ladye hark: </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Shrill and more shrill the popinjay<br>Upraised his angry squall:<br>I trow the doggie's voice that day<br>Was louder than them all! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The serving-men and serving-maids<br>Sat by the kitchen fire:<br>They heard sic' a din the parlour within<br>As made them much admire. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Out spake the boy in buttons<br>(I ween he wasna thin),<br>'Now wha will tae the parlour gae,<br>And stay this deadlie din?' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And they have taen a kerchief,<br>Casted their kevils in,<br>For wha will tae the parlour gae,<br>And stay that deadlie din. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">When on that boy the kevil fell<br>To stay the fearsome noise,<br>'Gae in,' they cried, 'whate'er betide,<br>Thou prince of button-boys!' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Syne, he has taen a supple cane<br>To swinge that dog sae fat:<br>The doggie yowled, the doggie howled<br>The louder aye for that. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Syne, he has taen a mutton-bane -<br>The doggie ceased his noise,<br>And followed doon the kitchen stair<br>That prince of button-boys! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then sadly spake that ladye fair,<br>Wi' a frown upon her brow:<br>'O dearer to me is my sma' doggie<br>Than a dozen sic' as thou! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Nae use, nae use for sighs and tears:<br>Nae use at all to fret:<br>Sin' ye've bided sae well for thirty years,<br>Ye may bide a wee langer yet!' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sadly, sadly he crossed the floor<br>And tirled at the pin:<br>Sadly went he through the door<br>Where sadly he cam' in. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'O gin I had a popinjay<br>To fly abune my head,<br>To tell me what I ought to say,<br>I had by this been wed. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'O gin I find anither ladye,'<br>He said wi' sighs and tears,<br>'I wot my coortin' sall not be<br>Anither thirty years </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'For gin I find a ladye gay,<br>Exactly to my taste,<br>I'll pop the question, aye or nay,<br>In twenty years at maist.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Lewis+Carroll">Lewis Carroll</a><div class=q>
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Wi' her doggie at her feet;
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The passers in the street, 

'There's one that standeth at the door,
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Now speak and say, my popinjay,
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