Blaeberry courtship (1)/The Crook and Plaid

THE CROOK AND PLAID.

If lassies loe the laddies, they surely should confess.
For every lassie has a lad she loes aboon the rest,
He’s dearer to her bosom, whatever be his trade,
And through life I’ll love the laddie that wears the Crook and Plaid.
⁠He’s aye true to his lover, aye true to me.

He climbs the mountains early, his fleecy flocks to view,
He spiers the little lavrocks, spring out frae among the dew,
His faithful little doggie, so frolicksome and glad,
Wander’s forward, with the laddie that wears the Crook and Plaid.

⁠For he’s &c.

He pues the blooming heather, he pues the lily meek.
Calls the lily like my bosom, the heather like my cheek.
His words are aye so tender, my heart is aye so glad.
There’s nae wooer like the laddie that wears the Crook and Plaid.
⁠For he’s &c.

I winna hae the laddie that ca’s the cart and plough.
Although he may be tender, although he may be true.
But I will hae the laddie that has my heart betrayed,
He’s the faithful shepherd laddie that wears the Crook and Plaid.
⁠For he’s &c.

 

FINIS.