Last May a Braw Wooer (1819, Edinburgh)/Last May a braw wooer
LAST MAY A BRAW WOOER.
Tune—The Lothian Lassie.
Last May a braw wooer cam down the lang gles,
And sair wi' his love he did deave me;
I said there was naething I hated like men,
The deuce tak him to believe me, believe me,
The deuce tak him to believe me.
He spak o' the darts o' my bennie black een
And vowed for my love he was diein:
I said he might die when he liket for Jean,
The Lord forgie me for liein, for liein.
The Lord forgie me for liein!
A weel stockit maileu, himsel for the laird,
And marriage aft-hand was the proffer,
I never loet on that I kent it or cared,
But thought I might get a waur offer, waur offer,
But thought I might get a waur offer.
But what do ye think? in o fortnight or less,
[The deil's in his taste to gang hear her!]
He up the lang lean 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,
Sae a' the neist week as I fretted wi' care,
I gaed to the tryst o' Dalgarnock
And wha but ray braw fickle wooer was there,
I glowr'd as I d seen a warlock, a warlock,
I giowr'd as I'd seen a warlock.
But owre my left shouther I gied him a blink,
Lest neighbours 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 spier'd for my cousin fu' couthie and sweet,
Gin she had recovered her hearin,
And how my auld shoon fitted her shackeled feet,
But heavens, how he fell a swearin, a swearin
But heavens, how he fell a swearin
He begged, fer Gudesake! I wad be his wife,
Or else I wad kill him wi' sorrow;
So e'en to preserve the poor body in lif
I think I maun wed him to-morrow, to-morrow,
I think I maun wed him to-morrow.