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George MacDonald - Granny Canty
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"What maks ye sae canty, granny dear?
Has some kin` body been for ye to speir?
Ye luik as smilin an` fain an` willin
As gien ye had fun a bonny shillin!"

"Ye think I luik canty, my bonny man,
Sittin watchin the last o` the sun sae gran`?
Weel, an` I`m thinkin ye`re no that wrang,
For `deed i` my hert there`s a wordless sang!

"Ken ye the meanin o` canty, my dow?
It`s bein i` the humour o` singin, I trow!
An` though nae sang ever crosses my lips
I`m aye like to sing whan anither sun dips.

"For the time, wee laddie, the time grows lang
Sin` I saw the man wha`s sicht was my sang—
Yer gran`father, that`s—an` the sun`s last glim
Says aye to me, `Lass, ye`re a mile nearer him!

"For he`s hame afore me, an` lang`s the road!
He fain at my side wud hae timed his plod,
But, eh, he was sent for, an` hurried awa!
Noo, I`m thinkin he`s harkin to hear my fit-fa`."

"But, grannie, yer face is sae lirkit an` thin,
Wi` a doun-luikin nose an` an up-luikin chin,
An` a mou clumpit up oot o` sicht atween,
Like the witherin half o` an auld weary mune!"

"Hoot, laddie, ye needna glower yersel blin`!
The body `at loos, sees far throu the skin;
An`, believe me or no, the hoor`s comin amain
Whan ugly auld fowk `ill be bonny again.

"For there is ane—an` it`s no my dear man,
Though I loo him as nane but a wife`s hert can—
The joy o` beholdin wha`s gran` lovely face
Til mak me like him in a` `at`s ca`d grace.

"But what I am like I carena a strae
Sae lang as I`m his, an` what he wud hae!
Be ye a guid man, John, an` ae day ye`ll ken
What maks granny canty yont four score an` ten."
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