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A weel stockit mailen, himself for the laird,
A bridle aff hand was the proffer,
I never loot on that I kent it or car'd,
But thought I might get a waur offer.
He spak o' the darts o' my bonny black een,
An' how for my love he was diein';
I said he might die when he liked for J«m :
The gude forgie me for lien' !
But what do ye think, in a fortnight or less,
("The diel's in his taste to gae near her)
He's down to the castle to black cousin Bess,
Guess ye how the jade I could bear her.
Sae a' the neist ouk as I fretted wi' care,
I gaed to the tryste o' Dulgarlock ;
An' wha but my braw fickle wooer was there,
Wha glowr'd as if he'd seen a warlock.
Out o'er my left shouther I gied him a blink,
Lest neibours should think I was saucy ;
jMy wooer he caper'd as he'd been in drink,
An' vow'd that I was his dear lassie.
I spier'd for my cousin, fu' couthie an' sweet,
If she had recover'd her hearin' ?
An' how my auld shoon fitted her shachel'd feet ?
Gude saf us 1 how he fell a swearin'.
He begg'd me, for gudesake, that I'd be his wife,
Or elae I would kill him wi' sorrow;
Sae just to preserve the poor body in life,
I think I shall wed him to-morrow.
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