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Wha at her table fed and ranted,
With the ſtout ale ſhe never wanted.
She was a winſome wench and waly,
And could put on her claiths fu' brawly,
Rumble to ilka market-town,
And drink and fight like a dragoon:
Juſt ſic like her wha far aff wander'd,
To get herſelf weel Alexander'd.
Roſie had a word of meikle ſiller,
Whilk brought a hantle o' wooers till her.
Amang the reſt young maſter Jouk,
She conquer'd ae day wi' a look:
Frae that time forth he ne'er could ſtay,
At hame to mind his corn or hay,
But grew a beau, and did adron
Himſelf with fifty bows of corn,
Forby what he took on, to rigg
Him out with linen, ſhoon and wig,
Snuff-boxes, ſword-knots, canes and waſhes,
And ſweeties to beſtow on laſſes,
Cou'd neweſt aiths genteely ſwear,
And had a courſe of flaws perquire:
He drank and danc'd, and ſigh'd to move,
Fair Roſie to accept his love
After dumb ſigns he thus began,
And ſpake his mind to'er like a man.
Joukum. O take me Roſie to your arms,
And let me revel o'er your charms;
If ye ſay na, I needna care,
For apes or tethers made of hair,
Pen knives or pools I minna need,
That minute ye ſay na, I'm dead,