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The Duke of Argyle's Courtship to an English Lady.
Did you ever hear of a loyal Scot,
Who was never concern'd in any plot,
I wish it might fall to my lot,
To marry you my dearie, O.
I wish I had you in Kintyre,
And there your beauty I would admire,
O then I would have my heart's desire,
If you would marry me my dearie, O.
You shall have plenty of barley bannock store,
With geese and fine ducks at the door,
And a good chaff-bed upon the floor,
If you will marry me my dearie, O.
You shall have plenty of good Scots kail,
With a good fat haggis at every meal,
After that, good Scots cakes and ale,
If you will marry me my dearie, O.
O get you gone you saucy Scot,
Your haggis shall never boil in my pot,
For you are a proud and prating sot,
And never shall be my dearie, O.
I will clout your hose and mend your shoon,
And if you chance to hae a son,
I'll make him laird when all is done.
If you will marry me my dearie, O.
