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I hae a mare that is coal-black,
lass gin ye loe me tell me now;
I ride on her neck to save her back,
and I canna come ilka day to woo.
I hae a cock that craws fou crouse,
lass gin ye loe me tell me now;
I hae a cat that will catch a mouse,
and I canna come ony mair to woo.
I hae a hen wi' a happity leg,
lass gin ye loe me tell me now,
Which ilka day lays me an egg,
and I canna come ony mair to woo.
I hae a kebbuck upon the shelf,
lass gin ye loe me tell me now,
I downa eat it a' myself,
an I canna come ony mair to woo.
THE ANSWER.
What care I for your herring in sa't!
laddie I like to tell thee true;
I care nae a fig for your forpet o' malt;
sae ye needna come here that way to woo.
