had i the wyte? she bade me
had i the wyte, had i the wyte,
had i the wyte? she bade me
he watch'd me by the hie-gate side,
and up the loan she shaw'd me.
and when i wadure in,
a coward loon she ca'd me:
had kirk an' state been ie,
i'd lighted when she bade me.
ae craftilie she took me ben,
and bade me mak nae clatter
“for unshoch, glum gudema
is o'er ayont the water.”
whae'er shall say i wanted grace,
when i did kiss and dawte her,
let him be planted in my place,
yne say, i was the fautor.
could i for shame, could i for shame,
could i for shame refus'd her
and wadna manhood been to blame,
had i unkindly used her!
he claw'd her wi' the ripplin-kame,
and blae and bluidy bruis'd her
when sic a husband was frae hame,
what wife but wad excus'd her!
i dighted aye her e'en sae blue,
an' bann'd the cruel randy,
and weel i wat, her willin' mou
was sweet as sugar-die.
at gloamin-shot, it was i wot,
i lighted on the monday
ut i cam thro' the tyseday's dew,
to wanton willie's brandy.
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