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Yet sae as yo’ve rous'd my red chooka like the morning,
And praised my cherry red mou,
Ye have come over the seas, and moorlands, and mountains
What mair Johnny need ye to woo.
An' far ha’e ye wander’d, I ken my dear laddie,
Now ye have fand me, there's nae cause for me;
Wi’ health: we’ll have plenty, I never gang gandy,
I wish for nae mair than a heart that is true."
She hid her fair face in his bosom,
The tears stood in each lovers e'e,
They sat on the banks of the bonnie,
While the mavis sag sweet on the tree,
He kiss'd her, and press'd her and call'd her his honey
He look'd in her face, with a heart real and true,
While oft times she sign'd, and she said "Och dear Johnny,
Nane needs to tell thee the way for to woo."
NOBODY coming to MARRY ME.
Last night the dogs did bark,
I went to the gates to see,
When every lass had her spark,
But nobody comes to me.
And its O dear what shall become of me!
O dear what shall I do!
Nobody coming to marry me,
nobody coming to woo.
