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He took the grey mare and rade cannily;
An' rapp'd at the yett o' Ciaversha' Lee;
"Gae, tell mistress Jean to come speedily ben,
She's wanted to speak wi' the Laird o'Cockpen.
Mistress Jean was makin' the elder-flower
wine—
An' what brings the Laird at sic a like time,'
She pat aff her apron, an' on her siik gown,
Her mutch wi' red ribbons, an' gaed awa'
down.
An' when he came ben she boned fu' low;
An' what was his errand he soon let her know;
Amaz'd was the Laird, when the Lady said
"—Na!"
An' wi' a laigh court'sy she turned awa'.
Dumfunder‘d he was—but nae sigh did he gi‘e
He mounted his mare, and rade cannily;
An' aften he thocht, as he gaed through the
glen,
She's daft to refuse the Laird o' Cockpen.
Near to the house amang the lang trees,
There he did meet sweet Jeanie Greenlees;
She sits at his table like a white tappet hen—
Thus ended the courtships o' th' Laird o'
