New way of Oxter my laddie/The new way of Oxter my laddie

The new Way of

OXTER MY LADDIE.

First, when my laddie and I did meet,
He treated me with kisses so sweet;
It was low down in the meadows so green,
I oxter'd my laddie where we were not seen
Where we were not seen,
Where we were not seen,
I oxter'd my laddie where we were not seen.

But I being young, and in my prime,
Kissing then I thought no crime;
But my stays are turn'd strait, they'll not meet by a span,
And it's a' for the oxtering my laddie sae lang, &c.

When first my stays began to turn strait
I went to my laiddie and told him that
He said they'd get rain, and had cripen in.
No, says she, my laddie, that's not the thing, &c.

First, when my stays I began for to wear.
Neither the Kirk nor Session I did fear;
With ruffles and ribbons, and every thing braw,
That few thought I'd oxter'd my laddie at a', &c.

My Love was so handsome in every degree
His comely locks so ensnared me,
That he soon gain'd my love, which led in a snare;
And I'll never, never enter my laddie mair, &c.

My daddie is like to be my dead,
For the losing of my maidenhead:
With the rock and the reel my minnie does me bang,
And all for the oxtering my laddie sae sae lang, &c.

My brother daily frowns upon me,
For acting my part so foolishlie:
My sister she calls me a very silly jade,
And all far oxtering my bonny lad, &c.

But if my sweet babe were born,
My parents shall never hold me in scorn;
For all their frowns I would disdain,
In hopes for to oxter my laddie again, &c.

I will never grudge what I have done,
Since my first born is a son;
With the pan & the spoon he well foster'd shall be,
And his darling daddie yet oxter me, &c.

My laddies he sent a love-letter to me,
That in short time we married should be;
The same I received with heart and good-will.
And hopes for to enjoy my laddie still. &c.

My laddie he sent me a braw gold ring,
A silk gown, ribbons, and o her fine things,
And ay the o'ercome of his tune.
Was, Oxter the bride in the afternoon.

My daddie has my tocher paid,
That very day I was married:
But what's gone & past we ne'er can recal,
Yet I'll oxter my laddie in spite of them all, &c.

Thirteen maidens all in a row,
That day to the kirk with me did go;
It was a braw time of sweet delight
For I oxter'd my laddie the length of the night.
The length of the night,
The length of the night,
For I oxter'd my laddie the length o the night.