Last May, a brawwooer camdoun the langglen,
And sairwi’ his love he did deaveme;
I said, there was naethingI hated like men-
The deuce gae wi’m, to believe me, believe me;
The deuce gae wi’m to believe me.
He spako’ the darts in my bonieblack e’en,
And vow’d for my love he was diein,
I said, he might die when he liked for Jean-
The Lord forgie me for liein, for liein;
The Lord forgieme for liein!
A weel-stocked mailen, himsel’ for the laird,
And marriage aff-hand, were his proffers;
I never looton that I kenn’d it, or car’d;
But thought I might hae waur offers, waur offers;
But thought I might haewauroffers.
But what wad ye think?-in a fortnight or less-
The deiltakhis taste to gae near her!
He up the Gate-slack to my black cousin, Bess-
Guess ye how, the jad! I could bear her, could bear her;
Guess ye how, the jad! I could bearher.
But a’the niest week, as I petted wi’ care,
I gaedto the tryst o’Dalgarnock;
But whabut 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.
But owremy left shoutherI gaehim 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’couthyand sweet,
Ginshe had recover’d her hearin’,
And how her new shoonfither auldschachl’t feet,
But heavens! how he fell a swearin, a swearin,
Butheavens! how he fella swearin.
He begged, for gudesake, I wad be his wife,
Orelse I wadkill him wi’sorrow;
So e’ento preserve the poor bodyin life,
I think I maun wed him to-morrow, to-morrow;
I think I maunwed him to-morrow.