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 And tauld me o' your state man;

You might hae come to me yoursel',

Outwittens o' ony body,

And made John Goukstoan o' the laird,

And kiss'd his bonny lady.

Then she pat siller in my purse,

We drank wine out o' a' coggie,

She fee'd a man to rub my horse,

And vow but I was vogie,

But I gat ne'er sae sair a fleg,

Since I cam frae my daddy,

The laird cam rap, rap to the yett,

When I was wi' his lady.

Then she put me behint a chair,

And hap'd me we a plaidie,

But I was like to swarf wi' fear,

And wish'd me wi' my daddy

The laird gaed out, he saw na me;

I gaed when I was ready:

I promis'd, but I ne'er gaed back,

To see his bonnie lady.





Sit ye down here my cronies, and gie me your crack,

Let the win' tak' the care o' this life on his back,