Come under my Plaidie (Edinburgh)/I loo'd ne'er a laddie but ane
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I LOO'D NE'ER A LADDIE BUT ANE.
⟨I⟩ loo'd ne'er a laddie but ane, He loo'd ne'er a lassie but me;⟨He's⟩ willing to mak me his ain, And his ain I am willing to be.⟨He⟩ has coft me a rokelay o' blue, And a pair o' mittens o' green;⟨The⟩ price was a kiss o' my mou', And I paid him the debt yestreen.
⟨Let⟩ ither's brag weel o' their gear, Their land, and their lordlie degree;⟨I carena⟩ for ought but my dear, For he's ilka thing lordlie to me:⟨His⟩ words are sae sugar'd, sae sweet! His sense drives ilk fear far awa!⟨I listen⟩—poor fool! and I greet, Yet how sweet are the tears as they fa'.
⟨Dear⟩ lassie. he cries wi' a jeer, ⟨Ne'er⟩ heed what the auld anes will say,⟨Tho'⟩ we've little to brag o'—ne'er fear; What's gowd to a heart that is wae?
Our laird has baith honours and wealth, Yet see how he's dwining wi' care;Now we, tho' we've naething but health, Are cantie and leal evermair.
O Marion! the heart that is true Has something mair costly than gear;Ilk e'en it has naething to rue; Ilk morn it has naething to fear.Ye warldlings, gae hoard up your store, And tremble for fear ought ye tyne;Guard your treasures wi' lock, bar and door, While here in my arms I lock mine.
He ends wi' a kiss and a smile— Waes me! can I tak it amiss!My laddie's unpractisd in guile,He's free ay to daut and to kiss! Ye lassies wha loo to tormentYour wooers wi' fause scorn and strife, Play your pranks; I hae gien my consent And this night I am Jamie's for life.
FINIS.