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 The earle he eam' ower the craft,
 * Wi' his beard new-shaven;

He looked at me as he'd been daft-
 * The earle trowed that I wad hae him!

Hout awa! I winna lae him!
 * Na, forsooth, I winna hae him!

For a' his beard's new-shaven,
 * Ne'er a bit o' me will hae him,

A siller brooch he gae me neist.
 * To fasten on my eurehie nookit;

I wore't a wee upon my breist,
 * But soon, alako! the tonguo o't crookit;

And sae may his; I winna hae him
 * Na, forsooth, I winna hae him!

Twice-a-bairn's a lassie's jest;
 * Sao ony fool for me may hae him.

The earle has nae fault but are;
 * For he has land and dollars plenty;

But waes me for him, skin and bane
 * Is no for a plump lass of twenty.

Hout awa, I winna hae him!
 * Na, forsooth, I winna hao him!

What signifies his dirty riggs,
 * And cash, without a man wi' them?

But should my cankert daddie gar
 * Me tak him 'gainst my inclination,

I warn the fumblor to beware
 * That antlers dinna claim their station.