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The Book of Scottish Song/The Lass's Wardrobe

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2263151The Book of Scottish Song — The Lass's Wardrobe1843Alexander Whitelaw

The Lass's Wardrobe.

[Given in Chambers's Journal, No. 175, where it is said to have been written by an old unmarried lady, as a kind of burlesque of her own habits and history. It is sung to an air resembling that of "The Laird of Cockpen."]

A lass lived down by yon burn-braes,
And she was weel provided wi' claes;
She had three mutches a' but twa,
And nae bonnie lad wad tak' her awa'.
Take her awa', tak' her awa',
Nae bonnie lad wad tak' her awa';
She had three mutches, a' but twa,
And nae bonnie lad wad tak her awa'.

She had a gown, it was just at the making,
It wanted the forebreadth, it wanted the backing;
It wanted the sleeves, the lining and a',
And nae bonnie lad wad tak' her awa'.
Tak' her awa', &c.

She had twa stockings, they were at the knitting,
They wanted the legs, they wanted the fitting;
They wanted the heids, the heels, and a',
And nae bonnie lad wad tak' her awa'.
Tak' her awa', &c.

She had a shawl, it was just like a riddle,
It wadna been the waur o' the threid and the needle;
For the middle was holed, and the border awa',
And nae bonnie lad wad tak' her awa'.
Tak' her awa', &c.

She had a pouch to had her siller,
Wi' it she thocht to catch the miller;
But she tint the pouch, the siller, and a',
And nae bonnie lad wad tak' her awa'.
Tak' her awa', &c.

She had a kist to haud her claes,
It might ha'e ser'd her a' her days;
But, like a gowk, she gied it awa',
And nae bonnie lad wad tak' her awa'.
Tak' her awa', &c.

Sae now she lives in a wee bit garret,
Without ae friend but a cat and a parrot;
For her father is dead, and her mither, and a',
And nae bonnie lad has ta'en her awa'.
Ta'en her awa', &c.

And what can she do but live her lane,
Sin' a' her hopes o' marriage are gane;
For she's auld, she's bald, she's wrinkled, and a',
And nae bonnie lad will tak' her awa'.
Tak' her awa', &c.

Now listen, fair damsels, to my lays,
Ye wha are vain about your claes;
For if ye're no guid as weel as braw,
O nae bonnie lad will tak' ye awa'.
Tak' ye awa', tak' ye awa',
Nae bonnie lad will tak' ye awa',
If ye're no guid as well as braw,
O nae bonnie lad will tak' ye awa'.