Though mony a yan had sought her.
I'll tell you news of my exploits
The time the mare was shoeing,
I steppit in ahint the lass
And quickly fell a-wooing.
It's aye she eyed my auld breeks
The time that they were making;
Says I, "My lass, ne'er mind my breeks,
There's new yans for the making.
Gin yell agree to gang wi' me,