The Excellent Old Scots Song of the Blaeberry Courtship, to which is added, The Crook and Plaid/The crook and plaid

The Crook and Plaid.

If lassies loe the laddies, they surely should confess,
For every lassie has a lad she loes aboon the rest;
He’s dearer to her bosom whatever be his trade,
And through life I’ll loe the laddie that wears the Crook and Plaid.
⁠He’s aye true to his lover, aye true to me.

He climbs the mountains early, his fleecy flocks to view,
He spier the little laverocks spring out frae ’mang the dew;
His faithful little dogie, so frolicsome and glad,
Wanders forward with the laddie that wears the Crook and Plaid.

For he’s, &c.

He pues the blooming heather, he pues the lilly meek,
Calls the lily like my bosom the heather like my cheek,
His words are aye so tender, my heart is aye so glad,
There’s nae wooer like the laddie that wears the Crook and Plaid.

For he’s &c.

I winna hae the laddie that ca’s the cart & plough,
Although he may be tender, although be may be true,
But I will hae the laddie, that has my heart betrayed
He’s the faithful shepherd laddie, that wears the Crook and Plaid.

For he’s &c.

It’s down beside the hawthorn that blooms in the vale,
I’ll meet him in the gleaming far frae the noisy gale,
His words are aye sae tender, my heart is aye sae glad,
For he kens the way sae nicely to row me in his Plaid.

or he’s, &c.

To such a faithful lover, oh, who would not comply,
True love gives purer pleasure than aught beneath the sky,
If love be in your bosom, my heart can ne’er be sad,
And thro’ life I’ll lo’e the laddie that wears the Crook and Plaid.

For he’s, &c.