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Quo' she, I winna marry thee,
For a' the gear that ye can gie;
Nor will I gang ae step a-jee,
For a' the gowd o' Gowrie.
My father will gie me twa kye;
My mither's gaun some yarn to dye;
I'll get a gown just like the sky,
Gif I'll no gang to Gowrie.

O my dear Katie, say na sae,
Ye little ken a heart that's wae;
Hae, there's my hand, hear me, I pray,
Sin' thou'll no gang to Gowrie.
Since first I met thee at the shiel;
My saul to thee's been true and leal;
The darkest night I fear nae deil,
Warlock, or witch, in Gowrie.

I fear nae want o' claise, nor nought;
Sic silly things my mind ne'er taught;
I dream a' night, an' start about,
An' wish for thee in Gowrie.
I lo'e thee better, Kate, my dear,
Than a' my rigs, and out-gaun gear;
Sit down by me, till ance I swear,
Thou'rt worth the Carse o' Gowrie.

Sine on her mouth sweet kisses laid,
Till blushes a' her cheeks o'erspread;
She sigh'd, and in saft whispers said,
O Pate, tak me to Gowrie.