Nets to Catch the Wind

<h3> <SPAN name="leddie"></SPAN> THE PRINKIN' LEDDIE<br/> </h3> <p class="poem"> _"The Hielan' lassies are a' for spinnin'<br/> The Lowlan' lassies for prinkin' and pinnin';<br/> My daddie w'u'd chide me, an' so w'u'd my minnie<br/> If I s'u'd bring hame sic a prinkin' leddie."_<br/></p> <p class="poem"> Now haud your tongue, ye haverin' coward,<br/> For whilst I'm young I'll go flounced an' flowered,<br/> In lutestring striped like the strings o' a fiddle,<br/> Wi' gowden girdles aboot my middle.<br/></p> <p class="poem"> In your Hielan' glen, where the rain pours steady,<br/> Ye'll be gay an' glad for a prinkin' leddie;<br/> Where the rocks are all bare an' the turf is all sodden,<br/> An' lassies gae sad in their homespun an' hodden.<br/></p> <p class="poem"> My silks are stiff wi' patterns o' siller,<br/> I've an ermine hood like the hat o' a miller,<br/> I've chains o' coral like rowan berries,<br/> An' a cramoisie mantle that cam' frae Paris.<br/></p> <p class="poem"> Ye'll be glad for the glint o' its scarlet linin'<br/> When the larks are up an' the sun is shinin';<br/> When the winds are up an' ower the heather<br/> Your heart'll be gay wi' my gowden feather.<br/></p> <p class="poem"> When the skies are low an' the earth is frozen,<br/> Ye'll be gay an' glad for the leddie ye've chosen,<br/> When ower the snow I go prinkin' an' prancin'<br/> In my wee red slippers were made for dancin'.<br/></p> <p class="poem"> It's better a leddie like Solomon's lily<br/> Than one that'll run like a Hielan' gillie<br/> A-linkin' it ower the leas, my laddie,<br/> In a raggedy kilt an' a belted plaidie!<br/></p> <p><br/><br/><br/></p> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />