Scotland/Scots > Excellent old song intitled, Maggy Lauther

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ilCourt Bridget, or t>ue. Kate, Nancy or Pm£,
liicir ioves will foon (>e won ;
!But don t ye dace fo fpeaic .nc fair,
/As though i were at my lafi: piay’r,
To marry a farmer'*: fon.
My father has riches in (lore.
Two hundred a year and more,
i/ELfides iheep k cows, carts,harrows & plows,
liis age is above thceefcore ;
ilAnd when he gives way, then merrily I
Sh:.U have what he has won :
/Both land and kine, and ail flkjl be thipe,
I If thouMt incline, and wilt be mine.
And marry a farmer’s fon.
A hg for your cattle and corn.
You’re profftr’d'love f feern ;
’Xis known very well, my name is Neil,
And you’re but a buinkin born :
f1 Weil fmee it is fo, sway l will go.
And 1 hope no harm is done :
:1 Tarewel, adieu, I hope to v/oo,
I As good as you, and win her too,
i’ho5 Xhn but a fanner’s fon.
Be not in fuch haflc, quoth- ihe.
Perhaps we may agree,
! For, u;a.n, f protefl. f was but in jeft,
iCome. prithee fit down by me ;
For thou art the tf.an that verily can.
Perform what mu it be done,
| Both firv^lii snd talh genteel withal;