The new way of The Soldier's Return/The Ewe-Bughts Marion

by Anonymous

For other versions of this work, see The Ewe-Bughts.

THE EWE-BUGHTS MARION.

Will ye gae to the ewe-bughts, Marion,
And wear in the sheep wi' me?
The sun shines tweet, my Marion,
But nae half sae sweet as thee.
The sun shines sweet, my Marion
But nae half we sweet as thee.

My Marion's a bonny lass,
The blythe blink'a ay in her e'e:
And fain would I marry Marion,
Gin Marion wad marry me,

There's gowd in your garters, Marion,
And silk on your white hause bane:
Fu' fain would I kiss my Marion,
At e'en, when I come hame.

I've nine milk ewes, my Marion,
A cow and a brawny quey;
I'll gie them a' to my Marion.
Just on her brldal day.

And ye’se get a green sey apron,
And waistcoat o' Lon'on brown,
Then vow but ye'll be vap'rin',
Whene'er ye gang to the town.

I'm young and stout, my Marion,
None dances like me on the green;
And gin ye forsake me, Marion,
I'll c'en draw up wi' Jean.

Sae put on your pearlins, Marion,
Wi' kirtle o' the cramasie,
And see soon's my chin has bae hair on,
I shall come west and see thee.

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