If you wish to wed, betroth to bed,
One cull’d with caution and care.
I here make free—give ear to me,
The county I’ve scan’d around;
So from the mass select a lass,
Where virtue and beauties abound.
The lasses of TWEED are deft indeed,
Their garlands give such grace:
The lasses of TILL are sprightly still,
In figure, in fashion, and face.