Come ner to Scotland to court a wife,
Or be sure ye’l get the scorn.
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The’ll keep ye up, and tamper ye at,
Until yer wedding-day,
And they’l gie ye frogs instead o fish,
And they’ll play ye a foul play.
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Motherwell’s MS., p. 327, “from the recitation of Robert Sim, weaver, in Paisley, 16 July, 1825. It was a song of his father’s, a great reciter of heroick ballads.”