WO'as me poor Lass! what mun I do?
Gin I did my bonny Sawney slight,
He now gangs a blither Lass to woo,
And I alene poor Lass ligs ev'ry Night.
Curse on Fickleness and Pride,
By which we silly Women are undone:
What my Sawney begg'd and I deny'd
Alass! I long to grant, but now he's gone.
When he was kind I made a Strife,
Yet I then deny'd with mickle Woe;