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.