But a' the niest week as I petted wi' care, next, fretted
I gaed to the tryst o' Dalgarnock; fair
And wha but my fine fickle lover was there?
I glowr'd as I'd seen a warlock, a warlock, stared, wizard
I glowr'd as I'd seen a warlock.
But owre my left shouther I gae him a blink, shoulder, gave, glance
Lest neebors might say I was saucy;
My wooer he caper'd as he'd been in drink,
And vow'd I was his dear lassie, dear lassie,
And vow'd I was his dear lassie.