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SCORNFUL NANCY. 155
I hae a wooer o' my ain,
They ca' bim Souple Sandy ;
And weel I wat his bonnie mou'
Is sweet like sugar-candy.
Now, Nancy, what need a' this din 1
Do I no ken this Sandy 1
I 'm sure the chief o' a' his kin
Was Bab, the beggar-randy :
His minnie Meg, upon her back,
Bare baith him and his billy ; l
Will ye compare a nasty pack
To me, your winsome Willie ?
My gutcher 2 left a guid braidsword :
Though it be auld and rusty,
Yet ye may tak it on my word,
It is baith stout and trusty ;
And if I can but get it drawn,
Which will be richt uneasy,
I shaU lay baith my lugs in pawn,
That he shall get a heezy.
Then Nancy turn'd her round about,
And said, Did Sandy hear ye,
Ye wadna miss to get a clout ;
I ken he disna fear ye :
Sae haud your tongue, and say nae mair,
Set somewhere else your fancy ;
For as lang 's Sandy 's to the fore,
Ye never shall get Nancy.
Brother. s Goodsire or grandfather.

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