the braw wooer

　　tune—“the lothian lassie.”

　　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 wi'm, to believe me, believe me;

　　the deuce gae wi'm to believe me.

　　he spak o' the darts in my bonie black e'en,

　　and vow'd for my love he was diein,

　　i said, he might die when he liked 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 kenn'd it, or car'd;

　　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 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.