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 FAIR WIDOW, ARE YE WAUKING

O wha‘s at my chaumber door? ‘ Fair widow, are ye wauking ?’ Auld Carle, your suit give o’er, Your love lies a’ in tanking Give me the lad that’s young and light, Sweet like on April meadow ; ’Tis sic as he can bless the sight And bosom of a widow -

O widow, wilt thou let me in, I’m paulky, wise, and thrifty. And come of a right gentle kin, An’ little mair than fifty.’ Daft carle, dit your mouth, What signifies how pauky Or gentle born ye be—bot youth,^ In love your but a gawky.

‘Then, widow, let these guineas speak, That powerfully plead clinken, And if they fail, my mouth I'll steek, And nae mair love will think on.’