The priving was good, it pleasd them baith,
To loe her for ay he gae her his aith;
Quo she, To leave thee, I will be laith,
My winsome gaberlunyie-man.
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‘O kend my minny I were wi you,
Illfardly wad she crook her mou;
Sic a poor man she’d never trow,
After the gaberlunyie-man.’
‘My dear,’ quo he, ‘ye’r yet oer young,