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 6 The Lord forgie me for for lying, The Lord forie me lying.

A weel-stocked maiden, himsel for the laird, And marriage aff-hand was his proffer; I never loot on that ken'd it or car'd, But thought I might get a waur offer,

But what do ye think; in a fortnight or less, The dell tak his taste to gae near her! He up the lang loan to my black cousin Bess, Guess ye how, the jade! I could bear her, could bear her! Guess ya how, the jade! I could bear her.

But a' the neist ouk as I fretted wi' care, I gaed to the tryste o' Dalgarnock, And wha' but my braw fickle women was there, I glowr'd as if I'd seen a warlock, a warlock, I glowr'd as if I'd seen a warlock.

But owre my left shouther I gae him a blink, Lest neebovs 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!

I spacr'd for my cousin fu' couthy and sweet, Gin she had recover'd her hearin',