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A VALENTINE.
He's a douce wiselike callant—Jim:
Of wit aye ready.
Cuts aff ane's sentence, 't ither's limb,
An' whiles he 's daft and whiles he 's grim,
But brains?—wha 's got the like o' him
In 's wee bit heidie?
Of wit aye ready.
Cuts aff ane's sentence, 't ither's limb,
An' whiles he 's daft and whiles he 's grim,
But brains?—wha 's got the like o' him
In 's wee bit heidie?
Dear laddie wi' the curlin' hair,
Gentlest of ony:
That gies kind looks an' speeches fair
To dour auld wives as lassies rare,—
I ken a score o' lads an' mair,
But nane like Johnnie!
Gentlest of ony:
That gies kind looks an' speeches fair
To dour auld wives as lassies rare,—
I ken a score o' lads an' mair,
But nane like Johnnie!
And gin ye learn the way to woo,
Hae sweethearis mony,
O laddie, never say ye loe
An' gie fause coin for siller true;
A lassie's sair heart 's naething new,—
Mind o' that, Johnnie.
Hae sweethearis mony,
O laddie, never say ye loe
An' gie fause coin for siller true;
A lassie's sair heart 's naething new,—
Mind o' that, Johnnie.
An' dinna change your luve sac fast
For ilk face bonnie,
Lest waefu1 want track wilfu' waste,
And a' your youthfn' years lang past,
Ye get the crookit stick at last,
Ochone, puir Johnnie!
For ilk face bonnie,
Lest waefu1 want track wilfu' waste,
And a' your youthfn' years lang past,
Ye get the crookit stick at last,
Ochone, puir Johnnie!
