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THE LAIRD’S COURTSHIP.
The Laird o‘ Cockpen he‘s proud an‘ he‘s
great;
His mind is ta‘en up wi‘ matters o‘ state.
He wanted a wife his braw house to keep;
But favour wi‘ wooin‘ was fashious to seek.
Doun by the dyke-side a lady did dwell,
At his table-head he thought she‘d look well:
M‘Clish‘s ae dochter o‘ Claversha‘ Lee,
A penny less lass, wi‘ a lang pedigree.
His wig was well-pouther‘d, as guid as when
new,
His waiscoat was white, his coat it was blue,
He put on a ring a sword and cock‘d hat;
And wha could refuse the Laird wi‘ a‘ that!
