The Braw Wooer
- 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 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 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 beggèd, 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.
This work published before January 1, 1923 is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.