The Lord forgie me for lying!
A weel-stocked mailen, himsel' for the laird, [farm]
And marriage aff-hand, were his proffers:
I never loot on that I kend it, or car'd; [admitted]
But thought I might hae waur offers, waur offers, [worse]
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! [devil]
He up the lang loan to my black cousin Bess, [lane]
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, [next, fretted]
I gaed to the tryst o' Dalgarnock; [fair]
And wha but my fine fickle lover was there?
I glowr'd as I'd seen a warlock, a warlock, [stared, wizard]
I glowr'd as I'd seen a warlock.
But owre my left shouther I gae him a blink, [shoulder, gave, glance]
Lest neebors 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, [asked, kindly]
Gin she had recover'd her hearin', [If]
And how her new shoon fit her auld shachl't feet-- [shoes, ill-shaped]
But, heavens! how he fell a swearin', a swearin'.
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