LAST May, a braw wooer cam doun the lang glen,
And sair wi his love he did deave me;
I said, there was naething I hated like men
The deuce gae wim, to believe me, believe me;
The deuce gae wim to believe me.
He spak o the darts in my bonie black een,
And vowd for my love he was diein,
I said, he might die when he likèd for Jean
The Lord forgie me for liein, for liein;
The Lord forgie me for liein!
A weel-stocked mailen, himsel for the laird,
And marriage aff-hand, were his proffers;
I never loot on that I kennd it, or card;
But thought I might hae waur offers, waur offers;
But thought I might hae waur offers.
But what wad ye think?in a fortnight or less
The deil tak his taste to gae near her!
He up the Gate-slack to my black cousin, Bess
Guess ye how, the jad! I could bear her, could bear her;
Guess ye how, the jad! I could bear her.
But a the niest week, as I petted wi care,
I gaed to the tryst o Dalgarnock;
But wha but my fine fickle wooer was there,
I glowrd as Id seen a warlock, a warlock,
I glowrd as Id seen a warlock.
But owre my left shouther I gae him a blink,
Lest neibours might say I was saucy;
My wooer he caperd as hed been in drink,
And vowd I was his dear lassie, dear lassie,
And vowd I was his dear lassie.
I spierd for my cousin fu couthy and sweet,
Gin she had recoverd her hearin,
And how her new shoon fit her auld schachlt feet,
But heavens! how he fell a swearin, a swearin,
But heavens! how he fell a swearin.
He beggèd, for gudesake, I wad be his wife,
Or else I wad kill him wi sorrow;
So een to preserve the poor body in life,
I think I maun wed him to-morrow, to-morrow;
I think I maun wed him to-morrow.