the braw wooer
tuhe lothian lassie.”
last may, a braw wooer cam doun the lang glen,
and sair wi' his love he did deave me
i said, there was hing i hated like men—
the deuce gae wi'm, to believe me, believe me
the deuce gae wi'm to believe me.
he spak o' the darts in my bonie black e'en,
and vow'd for my love he was diein,
i said, he might die when he liked for jean—
the lord fie me for liein, for liei
the lord fie me for liein!
a weel-stocked mailen, himsel' for the laird,
and marriage aff-hand, were his proffer
i never loot on that i kenn'd it, or car'd
ut thought i might hae waur offers, waur offer
ut thought i might hae waur offers.
ut what wad ye think?—in a fht or less—
the deil tak his taste to gae near her!
he up the gate-slay black cousin, bess—
guess ye how, the jad! i could bear her, could bear her
guess ye how, the jad! i could bear her.
ut a' the week, as i petted wi' care,
i gaed to the tryst o' dalgarnock
ut wha but my fine fickle wooer was there,
i glowr'd as i'd seen a warlock, a warlock,
i glowr'd as i'd seen a warlock.
ut owre my left shouther i gae him a blink,
lest neibours might say i was saucy
my wooer he caper'd as he'd been in drink,
and vow'd i was his dear lassie, dear lassie,
and vow'd i was his dear lassie.
i spier'd for my cousin fu' couthy and sweet,
gin she had recover'd her hearin',
and how her new shoon fit her auld schachl't feet,
ut heavens! how he fell a swearin, a swearin,
ut heavens! how he fell a swearin.
he begged, fudesake, i wad be his wife,
or else i wad kill him wi' sorrow
o e'en to preserve the poor body in life,
i think i maun wed him to-morrow, to-morrow
i think i maun wed him to-morrow.
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