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 A wee stocked mailen himsell for the laird And marriage aff hand were his proffers, I never loot on that I kend or I car’d, But thought I might get waur offers, waur offers But thought I might get waur offers.

But what wad you think? in a fortnight or less, The deil tak his taste to gae uear her! He up the lang Loan to my black cousin Bess, Guess ye how, the jade ! I could bear her, could bear her, Guess ye how the jade! I could bear her.

But a' the eist week as I fretted wi' care, I gaed to the tryst o' Dolgarnock, And wha but my fine fickle lover was there, I glowr’d as I'd seen a warlock, a warlock, I glowr’d as I'd seen a warlock.

But owre my left shouther I gae him a blink, Lest neebaurs might say I was saucy, My woner he caper’d as he’d bean in drink, And vow’d I was his dear lassie, dear lassie, And vow’d I was h s dear lassie.

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