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THE CARLE HE CAM OWER THE CRAFT.
The earle he eam' ower the craft,
Wi' his beard new-shaven;
He looked at me as he'd been daft-
The earle trowed that I wad hae him!
Hout awa! I winna lae him!
Na, forsooth, I winna hae him!
For a' his beard's new-shaven,
Ne'er a bit o' me will hae him,
A siller brooch he gae me neist.
To fasten on my eurehie nookit;
I wore't a wee upon my breist,
But soon, alako! the tonguo o't crookit;
And sae may his; I winna hae him
Na, forsooth, I winna hae him!
Twice-a-bairn's a lassie's jest;
Sao ony fool for me may hae him.
The earle has nae fault but are;
For he has land and dollars plenty;
But waes me for him, skin and bane
Is no for a plump lass of twenty.
Hout awa, I winna hae him!
Na, forsooth, I winna hao him!
What signifies his dirty riggs,
And cash, without a man wi' them?
But should my cankert daddie gar
Me tak him 'gainst my inclination,
I warn the fumblor to beware
That antlers dinna claim their station.
