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Rh I take what liberty I dare,

’twere impious to ſay more:

Convey my longings to the fair,

the maid whom I adore.

As Patie come up frae the glen,

drivin’ his wedders before him,

He met bonny Meg ganging hame,

her beauty was like for to ſmore him.

O dinna you ken, bonny Meg,

that you and I’s gaun to be marry’d?

I rather had broken my leg

before ſae a bargain miſcarry’d.

Na Patie— O wha’s tell’d you that?

I think that of new they’ve been ſcanty,

That I ſhould be married ſae ſoon,

or yet ſhould ha’e been ſae ſlantly;

I winna be married the year.

ſuppoſe I were courted by twenty:

Sae Patie, ye need nae mair ſpear,

for weel a wat I dinna want ye.

Now Maggie, what maks ye ſae ſweet?

is’t cauſe that I hinna a maillin?

The lad that has plenty o’ gear.

need ne’er want a heifer or a hail ane;