Last May a Braw Wooer

Last May a braw wooer cam' down the lang glen

And sair wi' his love he did deave me

I said there was naethin' I hated like men

The deuce gae wi' him to believe me, believe me

The deuce gae wi' him to believe me

He spak o' the darts in my bonnie blue een

And vowed for my love he was diein'

I said he might die when he wanted for Jean

The Lord forgie me for liein', for liein'

The Lord forgie me for liein'

A weel-stocket mailin, himsel for the laird

And marriage off hand were his proffers

I never loot on that I kenned it, or cared

But thought I might hae waur offers, waur offers

But thought I might hae waur offers

But what wad ye think? In a fortnight or less

(the De'il tak his taste to gae near her!)

He up the Gate-Slack to my black cousin Bess!

Guess ye how the jad! I could bear her, bear her

Guess ye how the jad! I could bear her

But a' the niest week, as I petted wi' care

I gaed to the tryste o' Dalgarnock

and wha but my fine fickle lover was there?

I glower'd as I'd seen a warlock, a warlock

I glower'd as I'd seen a warlock

But owre my left shouther I gied him a blink

Lest neebours might say I was saucy

My wooer he capered as he'd been in drink

And vowed I was his dear lassie, dear lassie

And vowed I was his dear lassie

I spiered for my cousin fu' couthy and sweet

Gin she had recovered her hear'n?

And how her new shoon fit her auld shackled feet?

But heavens! How he fell a'swearin', a'swearin'

But heavens! How he fell a'swearin'

He begged, for gudesake, I wad be his wife

Or else I wad kill him wi' sorrow

So e'en to preserve the poor body in life

I think I maun wed him tomorrow, tomorrow

I think I maun wed him tomorrow