Robert Burns: How To Know Him

by William Allan Neilson

And marriage aff-hand, were his proffers:

I never loot on that I kend it, or car'd; admitted

But thought I might hae waur offers, waur offers, worse

But thought I might hae waur offers.

But what wad ye think? In a fortnight or less,

The deil tak his taste to gae near her! devil

He up the lang loan to my black cousin Bess, lane

Guess ye how, the jad! I could bear her, could bear her,

Guess ye how, the jad! I could bear her.