Hills o' Gallowa/Last May a Braw Wooer
LAST MAY A BRAW WOOER.
Last May a braw wooer came down the lang glen,
And sair wi' his love did he deave me;
He spake o' the darts in my bonny black e'en,
And vow'd for my love he was dying?
I said he might die when he liked for Jean,
The Lord forgie me for lying, for lying,
The Lord forgie me for lying.
A weel stocked mailen, himsel' for the laird,
And marriage aff-hand were his proffers,
I never loot on that I kend or I car'd,
But thought I might hae waur offers, waur offert,
But thought I might get waur offers.
But what wad you think? in a fortnight or less,
The deil tak his taste to gae hear her!
He up the lang loan to my black cousin Bess,
Guess ye how, the jade! I could bear her could bear her,
Guess ye how the jade! I could bear her.
But a' the neist week I fretted wi' care,
I gaed to the tryst o' Delgarnock,
And wha but my fine fickle lover was there,
I glowr'd as I'd seen a warlock, a warlock,
I glowr'd as I'd seen a warlock.
But owre my left shouther I gae him a blink,
Lest neebours might say I was saucy,
My wooer he caper'd as he'd been in drink,
And vow'd I was his dear lassie dear lassie,
And vow'd I was his dear lassie.
I spier'd for my cousin fu' couthy and sweet,
Gin she had recover'd her hearin,
And now her new shoon fit her auld shaeheld feet,
But, heavens, how he fell a swearin, a swearin,
But, heavens, how he fell a swearin.
He begged me 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 to-morrow, to-morrow,
I think I maun wed him to-morrow.