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SONG ccxxrv.
Anfwer to the foregoing Song.
WHAT care I for your herring in fa't^
Laddie, I like to tell what^s true j
I carena a fig for your forpet o' ma't,
Sae ye needna come here that way to woo.
As little care I for your houfe i' the muir.
E'en that, rr,y lad, winna bribe me now j
Tho' fifty fouk cou'd dance V the floor,
Foul fa' me gin that wad bring me too.
Sae brag nae mair o' your butts and your bens^
Laddie, that's no ihe gate to woo ;
Tho' ye had a hundred cocks and hens,
They never wad gar me tak' ye now i
As for your hen wi' the happity leg,
Laddie, ye're furely daft or fu' !
D'ye think that I can dine on ae egg?
'Deed, friend, ye're makin' game o' me now.
Ye fay^ ye've a pig that will foon be a fow,
Laddie, I like the truth to tell.
When ye brag o' your ca'f that will foon be a cow,
I'm fley'd that ye're but a ca'f yourfell :
An' as for your kebbuck up i' the (helf.
Lad, gin I thought you in earned now,
I wou'd tak' you to be but a greedy guts'd elf.
That wou'd come wi' fie offers a lafs to woo.
But, lad, gin ye want my heart to move.
Hark, and I'll learn you how to do ;
Ye maun tank o' naething but love for love,
For that's the gate a young lafs to woo :
For gin I cou'd think ye liket me weel.
Laddie, I tell you truly now,
I wou'd leave my daddy an' minny, atwee!,
An' blythly, the night, gang aff wi' you.