The Laddie's Dear Sel'

      There's a youth in this city, it were a great pity      That he from our lassies should wander awa';      For he's bonie and braw, weel-favor'd witha',      An' his hair has a natural buckle an' a'.       His coat is the hue o' his bonnet sae blue,      His fecket is white as the new-driven snaw;      His hose they are blae, and his shoon like the slae,      And his clear siller buckles, they dazzle us a'.       For beauty and fortune the laddie's been courtin;      Weel-featur'd, weel-tocher'd, weel-mounted an' braw;      But chiefly the siller that gars him gang till her,      The penny's the jewel that beautifies a'.       There's Meg wi' the mailen that fain wad a haen him,      And Susie, wha's daddie was laird o' the Ha';      There's lang-tocher'd Nancy maist fetters his fancy,      -But the laddie's dear sel', he loes dearest of a'.