Robert Burns: How To Know Him

by William Allan Neilson

I spier'd for my cousin fu' couthy and sweet, asked, kindly

Gin she had recover'd her hearin', If

And how her new shoon fit her auld shachl't feet—shoes, ill-shaped

But, heavens! how he fell a swearin', a swearin'.

But, heavens! how he fell a swearin'.

He begged for gudesake I wad be his wife,

Or else I wad kill him wi' sorrow:

So e'en to preserve the poor body in life,

I think I maun wed him to-morrow, to-morrow, must

I think I maun wed him to-morrow.