Maggy Lauder/The Ewe-Bughts

THE EWE-BUGHTS.

Will ye go to the ewe-bughts Marion,
⁠And wear in the sheep wi' me?
The sun shines sweet, my Marion,
⁠but nae half sae sweet as thee.
⁠⁠⁠The sun, &c.

O' Marion's a bonny lass,
⁠And the blythe blink’s in her ee;
And fain wad I marry my Marion,
⁠Gin Marion wad marry me.

There's gowd in your garters, Marion,
⁠And silk on your white hauss bane;
Fur Fain wad I kiss my Marion,
⁠At een when I come hame.

I've nine milk ewes, my Marion,
⁠A cow and a brawny quey,
I'll gie them a‘ to my Marion,
⁠Just on her bridal day.

And ye’s get a green sey apron,
⁠And waistcoat of London brown,
And vow but ye will be vap‘ring,
⁠Whenever ye gang to town.

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

Sae put on your pearlins Marion,
And kyrtle of the cramasie!
And soon as my chin has nae hair on
I shall come west and see thee.