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 Wha at her table fed and ranted.

With the stou ale she never wanted.

She was a winsome wench and waly.

And could put on her claithes fu' brawly,

Ramble to i ka market town.

And drink and fight like a dragoon:

Just sic like her wha far aff wander'd,

To get hersel well Alexander'd,

Rose had a word o' meikle siller,

Whilk brought a hantle woo-rs till her.

Amang the rest young Master Jouk.

She conquer'd ae day wi’ a look:

Frae that time forth he ne'er could stay,

Ar hame to mind his corn or Ray,

But grew a beau and did adorn

Himself with fifty bows o’ corn,

Forby what he took on to rigg

Him out with linen, shoon and wig.

Snuff boers sword-knots canes and washes,

And sweeties to bestow on lasses,

Could newest aiths gentealy swear.

And had a course of flaws perquire;

He drank and danc'd and sigh’d to move.

Fair Rosie to accept his love,

Afar dumb signs he thus began,

And spake his mini to’er like a man.

Jokum. O tak me Rone to ypur arms,

And ter me revel o'er your charms;

It ye say na I need na care

For rapes or tethers made d hair,

Pen-Knives or pools I winna need.

That minute ye say na, I’m dead.