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 High-heel'd shoon and siller tags,

And a' the lads are wooin at her.

Wooin at her. &c.

Be a lassie e'er sae black,

An she hae the name oʻsiller,

Set her upo' Tintoc tap,

The wind will blaw a man till her.

Wooin at her, &c.

Be a lassic e'er sae fair,

An' she want the pennie siller,

A flie may fell her in the air,

Before a man be even till her.

Wooin at her, &c.





Cauld blaws the win' frae north to south

And drift is driving sairly;

The sheep are couring i' the heugh,

O sirs! it's winter fairly.

Now up in the morning's no for me,

Up in the morning early;

I'd rather gang supperless to my bed,

Than rise in the morning early.