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6 And when I wadna venture in,

A coward loon she ca'd me:

Had kirk and state been in the gate,

I'd lighted when she bade me.

Sae craftille she took me ben,

And bade me mak nae clatter;

"For our ramgunshock, glum goodman

"Is o'er ayont the water."

Whae'r shall say I wanted grace,

When I did kiss and daute her,

Let him be planted in my place,

Syne, say, I was a fautor.

Could I for shame, could I for shame,

Could I for shame refus'd her?

And wadna manhood been to blame,

Had I unkindly us'd her.

He claw'd her wi' the rippling-kame,

And blae and bluidy bruis'd her;

When sic a hus and was frae hame,

What wife but wad excus'd her?

I dighted ay her cen sae blue,

And bann'd the cruel randy;

And weel I wat her willing mou

Was e'en like sugarcandie.

At gloanin-shote it was, I wat

I lighted on the Monday;