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But owre my left shouther I gied him a blink,
Lest neibours 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‘ couthie and sweet,
Gin she had recover'd her hearin,
And how my auld shoon fitted her shachel‘d feet,
But, heavens! how he fell a swearin, a swearin,
But, heavens! how he fell a swearin.
He begged 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.
CONTENT.
My days they roll pleasant and fair,
My nights from uneasiness free;
My mind's not distracted by care,
No charms has ambition for me.
With joy I salute the bright sun,
When he shines in the eastern sky;
My nights from uneasiness free;
My mind's not distracted by care,
No charms has ambition for me.
With joy I salute the bright sun,
When he shines in the eastern sky;
