Last May a braw wooer/Last May a braw wooer

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LAST MAY A BRAW WOOER.

Tune—The Lothian Lassie.

Last May a braw wooer cam down the lang gles,
⁠And sair wi' his love he did deave me;
I said there was naething I hated like men,
⁠The deuce tak him to believe me, believe me,
⁠The deuce tak him to believe me.
He spak o' the darts o' my bennie black een
⁠And vowed for my love he was diein:
I said he might die when he liket for Jean,
⁠The Lord forgie me for liein, for liein.
⁠The Lord forgie me for liein!

A weel stockit maileu, himsel for the laird,
⁠And marriage aft-hand was the proffer,
I never loet on that I kent it or cared,
⁠But thought I might get a waur offer, waur offer,
⁠But thought I might get a waur offer.

But what do ye think? in o fortnight or less,
⁠[The deil's in his taste to gang hear her!]
He up the lang lean to my black cousin Bess,
⁠Guess ye how the jade! I could bear her, could bear her,
⁠Guess ye how the jade! I could bear her,

Sae a' the neist week as I fretted wi' care,
⁠I gaed to the tryst o' Dalgarnock
And wha but ray braw fickle wooer was there,
⁠I glowr'd as I d seen a warlock, a warlock,
⁠I giowr'd as I'd seen a warlock.

But owre my left shouther I gied him a blink,
⁠Lest neighbours might say I was saucy;
My wooer he capered as he'd been in drink;
⁠And vowed I was his dear lassie dear lassie.
⁠And vowed I was his dear lassie.

I spier'd for my cousin fu' couthie and sweet,
⁠Gin she had recovered her hearin,
And how my auld shoon fitted her shackeled feet,
⁠But heavens, how he fell a swearin, a swearin
⁠But heavens, how he fell a swearin

He begged, fer Gudesake! I wad be his wife,
Or else I wad kill him wi' sorrow;
So e'en to preserve the poor body in lif
⁠I think I maun wed him to-morrow, to-morrow,
⁠I think I maun wed him to-morrow.