But a’ the niest week as I fretted wi’ care,
I gaed to the tryste o’ Dalgarnock,
And wha but my fine fickle lover was there!
I glowr’d as I’d seen a warlock, a warlock,
I glowr’d as I’d seen a warlock.
VI.
But owre my left shouther I gae him a blink,
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.
VII.
I spier’d for my cousin fu’ couthy and sweet,
Gin she had recovered her hearin’,
And how my auld shoon suited her shauchled feet,
But, heavens! how he fell a swearin’, a swearin’,
But, heavens! how he fell a swearin’.
VIII.
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.