Had I The Wyte? She Bade Me

      Had I the wyte, had I the wyte,      Had I the wyte? she bade me;      She watch'd me by the hie-gate side,      And up the loan she shaw'd me.       And when I wadna venture in,      A coward loon she ca'd me:      Had Kirk an' State been in the gate,      I'd lighted when she bade me.       Sae craftilie she took me ben,      And bade me mak nae clatter;      "For our ramgunshoch, glum gudeman      Is o'er ayont the water."       Whae'er shall say I wanted grace,      When I did kiss and dawte her,      Let him be planted in my place,      Syne say, I was the fautor.       Could I for shame, could I for shame,      Could I for shame refus'd her;      And wadna manhood been to blame,      Had I unkindly used her!       He claw'd her wi' the ripplin-kame,      And blae and bluidy bruis'd her;      When sic a husband was frae hame,      What wife but wad excus'd her!       I dighted aye her e'en sae blue,      An' bann'd the cruel randy,      And weel I wat, her willin' mou      Was sweet as sugar-candie.       At gloamin-shot, it was I wot,      I lighted on the Monday;      But I cam thro' the Tyseday's dew,      To wanton Willie's brandy.