The Braw Wooer

Tune-"The Lothian Lassie."

      Last May, a braw wooer cam doun the lang glen,      And sair wi' his love he did deave me;      I said, there was naething I hated like men-      The deuce gae wi'm, to believe me, believe me;      The deuce gae wi'm to believe me.       He spak o' the darts in my bonie black e'en,      And vow'd for my love he was diein,      I said, he might die when he liked for Jean-      The Lord forgie me for liein, for liein;      The Lord forgie me for liein!       A weel-stocked mailen, himsel' for the laird,      And marriage aff-hand, were his proffers;      I never loot on that I kenn'd it, or car'd;      But thought I might hae waur offers, waur offers;      But thought I might hae waur offers.       But what wad ye think?-in a fortnight or less-      The deil tak his taste to gae near her!      He up the Gate-slack to my black cousin, Bess-      Guess ye how, the jad! I could bear her, could bear her;      Guess ye how, the jad! I could bear her.       But a' the niest week, as I petted wi' care,      I gaed to the tryst o' Dalgarnock;      But wha but my fine fickle wooer was there,      I glowr'd as I'd seen a warlock, a warlock,      I glowr'd as I'd seen a warlock.       But owre my left shouther I gae him a blink,      Lest neibours might say I was saucy;      My wooer he caper'd as he'd been in drink,      And vow'd I was his dear lassie, dear lassie,      And vow'd I was his dear lassie.       I spier'd for my cousin fu' couthy and sweet,      Gin she had recover'd her hearin',      And how her new shoon fit her auld schachl't feet,      But heavens! how he fell a swearin, a swearin,      But heavens! how he fell a swearin.       He begged, for gudesake, I wad be his wife,      Or else I wad kill him wi' sorrow;      So e'en to preserve the poor body in life,      I think I maun wed him to-morrow, to-morrow;      I think I maun wed him to-morrow.