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 3 I hae a mare that is coal-black,

lass gin ye loe me tell me now;

I ride on her neck to save her back,

and I canna come ilka day to woo.

I hae a cock that craws fou crouse,

lass gin ye loe me tell me now;

I hae a cat that will catch a mouse,

and I canna come ony mair to woo.

I hae a hen wi' a happity leg,

lass gin ye loe me tell me now,

Which ilka day lays me an egg,

and I canna come ony mair to woo.

I hae a kebbuck upon the shelf,

lass gin ye loe me tell me now,

I downa eat it a' myself,

an I canna come ony mair to woo.

  THE ANSWER.

What care I for your herring in sa't!

laddie I like to tell thee true;

I care nae a fig for your forpet o' malt;

sae ye needna come here that way to woo.