THERES a youth in this city, it were a great pity
That he from our lassies should wander awa;
For hes bonie and braw, weel-favord witha,
An his hair has a natural buckle an a.
His coat is the hue o his bonnet sae blue,
His fecket is white as the new-driven snaw;
His hose they are blae, and his shoon like the slae,
And his clear siller buckles, they dazzle us a.
For beauty and fortune the laddies been courtin;
Weel-featurd, weel-tocherd, weel-mounted an braw;
But chiefly the siller that gars him gang till her,
The pennys the jewel that beautifies a.
Theres Meg wi the mailen that fain wad a haen him,
And Susie, whas daddie was laird o the Ha;
Theres lang-tocherd Nancy maist fetters his fancy,
But the laddies dear sel, he loes dearest of a.