The Braw Wooer（2 / 2）

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 glowr'd as i'd seen a warlock, a warlock,

i glowr'd as i'd seen a warlock.

but owre my left shouther i gae him a blink,

lest neibours might say i was saucy;

my wooer he caper'd as he'd been in drink,

and vow'd i was his dear lassie, dear lassie,

and vow'd i was his dear lassie.

i spier'd for my cousin fu' couthy and sweet,

gin she had recover'd her hearin',

and how her new shoon fit her auld schachl't feet,

but heavens! how he fell a swearin, a swearin,

but heavens! how he fell a swearin.

he begged, for gudesake, i wad be his wife,

or else i wad kill him wi' sorrow;

so e'en 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.