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 But owre my left shouther I gied him a blink,

Lest neibours might say I was saucy;

My wooer he caper‘d as he‘d been in drink,

And vow'd I was his dear lassie, dear lassie,

And vow‘d I was his dear lassie.

I spier'd for my cousin, fu‘ couthie and sweet,

Gin she had recover'd her hearin,

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

But, heavens! how he fell a swearin, a swearin,

But, heavens! how he fell a swearin.

He begged for gudesake! I wad be his wife,

Or else I wad kill him wi‘ sorrow;

So e'en to preserve the poor body in life,

I think I maun wed him to morrow, to-morrow,

I think I maun wed him to morrow.