Ewe-boughts Marion (1)/The ewe-boughts Marion

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THE EWE-BOUGHTS MARION.

Will you go to the ewe-boughts Marion;
⁠And wear in the sheep wi’ me;
The sun shines sweet my Marion,
⁠But nae half sae sweet as thee.

O Marion’s a bonny lass,
⁠And the blythe blinks in her eye;
And fain wad I marry Marion,
⁠Gin Marion wad marry me.

I’ve nine milk ewes my Marion;
⁠A cow and a brawny quey,
I’ll gie them a’ to my Marion,
⁠Just on her bridle day;

And ee’s get a green say apron,
⁠And waistcoat of the London brown.
And wow but ye will be vap’ring,
⁠When ye gang to the town.

I’m young and stout, my Marion
⁠Nane dances like me on the green;
And gin ye forsake me Marion,
⁠I’ll e’en gae draw up wi’ Jean;

Sae put on your pearlins, Marian,
⁠And kirtle of the cramsie,
And soon as my chin has nae hair ont,
⁠I shall come west and see ye.