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 I wish'd for a handsome young lad,

and a lad wi' muckle gear

When I was at my neist prayers,

I pray'd but now and than,

I fash'd na my head about gear,

if I gat a handsome young man.

Now when I was at my last pray'rs,

I pray'd on baith night and day,

And, O! if a beggar wad come,

with that same beggar I'd gae,

And O! and what will come o' me!

and O! what'll I do!

That sic a braw lassie as I

shou'd die for a wooer I trow.

Hen flow'ry meadows deck the year,

and sporting lambkins play,

When spangl'd fields renew'd appear,

and music wak'd the day;

Then did my Chloe leave her bow'r,

to hear my am'rous lay,

Warm'd by my love, she vow'd no pow'r,

should lead her heart astray.

The warbling quires from ev'ry bough,

surround our couch in throngs,

And all their tuneful art bestow,

to give us change of songs.