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6 Lips like the rose when moisten'd with dew; Say maun, rouse your son’s pauky scorning, Come tell me dear lassie, the way for to woo:

Sae far ha’e wander'd dear lassie; To see thee I have sail'd the sea; I’ve travelled over moorlands and mountains, And, houseless, rain could on the lea: I never yet try'd for to make love to ony, Never lov'd ony ti ance loved you; Now were alane in the greenwood ae bonny; Come tell me dear lassie, the way for to woo.

"What care for your wanderings, laddie. Or yet for your sailing the sea; It was nae for nought ye of Peggy, My tocher it brought you to me. But say have e got goud for to busk me ay gaudy, With ribbons, and pearls, and breast-knots anew, A house that is canty, wi' plenishing plenty, Without them ye needna come here for to woo”

"I haena got goud for to busk you ay gaudy, Wi’ ribbons, and pearls, & breast-knots anew; I brag nae o’ my house, nor my plenty; But still I’ve a heart that is true. I carena for tocher, I ne'er heard o’ ony, Never lov’d Peggy, nor yet brack my vow; Poor fool! I ha’e wander’d for a fause floe sae bonny, I little thought this was the way for to woo."