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 An' wha. but my braw sickle wooer was there?

Wha star'd as if he'd seen a warlock.

Out owre my left shoulder I gied him a blink,

Lest neighbours should say I was saucy,

My wooer he capered as he had been in drink,

And vow'd that I was his dear lassie.

I spar’d for my cousin fu' couthy and sweet,

And it she had recover'd her hearing

And how my auld shoon fitted her shachel'd feet,

Gade safe us as he fell a swearing

He begg'd me for gudesake that I'd be his wife,

Or else I wad kill him wi' sorrow:

And just to preserve the poor body in life,

I think I will wed him to morrow.

When trees did bud and fields were green,

broom bloom'd fair to see;

When Mary was complete fifteen,

love laugh'd in her ee.

Blythe Davie's blinks her heart did move,

to speak her mind thus free,

Gang down the burn Davie, love,

and I shall follow thee.

Now Davie did each lad surpass,

that dwelt on this burn-side,