Robert Burns – Last may braw wooer
Last May a braw wooer cam’ down the lang glen
And sair wi’ his love he did deave me I said there was naethin’ I hated like men The deuce gae wi’ him to believe me, believe me The deuce gae wi’ him to believe meHe spak o’ the darts in my bonnie blue een
And vowed for my love he was diein’ I said he might die when he wanted for Jean The Lord forgie me for liein’, for liein’ The Lord forgie me for liein’A weel-stocket mailin, himsel for the laird
And marriage off hand were his proffers I never loot on that I kenned it, or cared But thought I might hae waur offers, waur offers But thought I might hae waur offersBut what wad ye think? In a fortnight or less
(The De’il 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, bear her Guess ye how the jad! I could bear herBut a’ the niest week, as I petted wi’ care
I gaed to the tryste o’ Dalgarnock And wha but my fine fickle lover was there? I glower’d as I’d seen a warlock, a warlock I glower’d as I’d seen a warlockBut owre my left shouther I gied him a blink
Lest neebours might say I was saucy My wooer he capered as he’d been in drink And vowed I was his dear lassie, dear lassie And vowed I was his dear lassieI spiered for my cousin fu’ couthy and sweet
Gin she had recovered her hear’n? And how her new shoon fit her auld shackled 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 tomorrow, tomorrow I think I maun wed him tomorrow