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A weel fiorkft mai'en, bimfHl o’t the laird,
An’ bridal aff han1. was the proffer;
I never loot on that i kenn’d or 1 car’d,
.But thought 1 might get a waur offer.
He fpake o’ the darts o’ my bonny black een,
An’ O. for my love he was dicin’;
I faid he might die when he liket for Jean,
Tho’ Gude f rgi’e me for Hein’.
But what do ye think, in a fortnight or lefs,
(The diel’s in bis hafte to gee near her >
He’s down to the Caltle to black Coufin Befs,
Think how 1 cou d evei endure her.
An’ a’ the nieft ouk, as I fretted wi’ care,
I gaed to the tryfl o’ Dulgarlock ;
An’ wha but my braw fickle wooer was there,
Wha glowr’d as if he’d feen a warlock.
Out owre mv left fhouthi r I gie’d him a blink,
Left neighbours ftiould think I w as fancy ;
My wooer he caper’d as he’d been in drink,
An’ vow'd that i was hi dear laffie
I fpier’d for my coufin, fu’ couthie an’ fweet,
An’ if ftn’d Vecover d ger hearin’;
An’ how my auld * ftioon fitted her ihachel’d feet,
Gude fafe us, bow he fell a fwearin’.
He begg’d me for Gudefake, that I’d be his wife.
Or elfe»> wad kill him wi’ forrow ;
An’ juft to prelerve the poor body in life,
I think 1 will wed him to-morrow.
My Nannie, 0,
Behind yon hills, where riv’lets row,
Are moors an’ rooiles many. Cl;
* An old lover.
A weel fiorkft mai'en, bimfHl o’t the laird,
An’ bridal aff han1. was the proffer;
I never loot on that i kenn’d or 1 car’d,
.But thought 1 might get a waur offer.
He fpake o’ the darts o’ my bonny black een,
An’ O. for my love he was dicin’;
I faid he might die when he liket for Jean,
Tho’ Gude f rgi’e me for Hein’.
But what do ye think, in a fortnight or lefs,
(The diel’s in bis hafte to gee near her >
He’s down to the Caltle to black Coufin Befs,
Think how 1 cou d evei endure her.
An’ a’ the nieft ouk, as I fretted wi’ care,
I gaed to the tryfl o’ Dulgarlock ;
An’ wha but my braw fickle wooer was there,
Wha glowr’d as if he’d feen a warlock.
Out owre mv left fhouthi r I gie’d him a blink,
Left neighbours ftiould think I w as fancy ;
My wooer he caper’d as he’d been in drink,
An’ vow'd that i was hi dear laffie
I fpier’d for my coufin, fu’ couthie an’ fweet,
An’ if ftn’d Vecover d ger hearin’;
An’ how my auld * ftioon fitted her ihachel’d feet,
Gude fafe us, bow he fell a fwearin’.
He begg’d me for Gudefake, that I’d be his wife.
Or elfe»> wad kill him wi’ forrow ;
An’ juft to prelerve the poor body in life,
I think 1 will wed him to-morrow.
My Nannie, 0,
Behind yon hills, where riv’lets row,
Are moors an’ rooiles many. Cl;
* An old lover.
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Description | Over 3,000 chapbooks published in Scotland in the 18th and 19th centuries. Subjects include courtship, humour, occupations, fairs, apparitions, war, politics, crime, executions, Jacobites, transvestites, and freemasonry. Chapbooks are small booklets of 8, 12, 16 and 24 pages, often illustrated with crude woodcuts. Produced cheaply and sold by peddlars on the streets, they formed the staple reading material of the common people, along with broadsides. |
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