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 I ha’e a mare that is coal-black,

lafs gin ye lo’e me tell me now;

I ride on her neck to ſave her back,

an’ I canna come ilka day to woo.

I ha’e a cock that craws ſou crouſe,

lafs gin ye lo’e me tell me now;

I ha’e a cat that will catch a moufe,

an’ I canna come ony mair to woo.

I h’e a hen wi’ a happity leg,

laſs gin ye lo’e me tell me now;

Which ilka day lay’s me an egg,

an’ I canna come ilka day to woo.

I ha’e a kebbock upo’ the ſhelf

laſs gin ye lo’e me tell me now,

I downa eat it a’ myſelf,

an’ I canna come ony mair to woo.

Hat care I for your kerring in ſa’t!

laddie I like to tell what’s true;

I care na’ a ſig for your ſorpet o’ ma’t;

fae ye needna come here that way to woo.

As little care I for your houſe i’ the muir,

e’en that my lad winna bribe me now,

Though fifty fowk cou’d dance i’ the floor,

foul fa' me gin that wou'd bring me to.

Sae brag nae mair o’ your butts and being,

laddie that’s no the gate to woo,

Though ye had a hunder cocks and hens,

they ne’er wad gar mu tak ye now.