Seven excellent new songs/Had I the wyte

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HAD I THE WYTE SME BAD ME.

Had I the wyte, had I the wyte,
Had I the wyte she bade me?
She watch'd me by the hiegate side,
And up the loan she show'd me.

And when I wadna venture in,
A coward loon she ca'd me:
Had kirk and state been in the gate,
I'd lighted when she bade me.

Sae craftille she took me ben,
And bade me mak nae clatter;
"For our ramgunshock, glum goodman
"Is o'er ayont the water."

Whae'r shall say I wanted grace,
When I did kiss and daute her,
Let him be planted in my place,
Syne, say, I was a fautor.

Could I for shame, could I for shame,
Could I for shame refus'd her?
And wadna manhood been to blame,
Had I unkindly us'd her.

He claw'd her wi' the rippling-kame,
And blae and bluidy bruis'd her;
When sic a hus and was frae hame,
What wife but wad excus'd her?

I dighted ay her cen sae blue,
And bann'd the cruel randy;
And weel I wat her willing mou
Was e'en like sugarcandie.

At gloanin-shote it was, I wat
I lighted on the Monday;
But I cam thro' the Tisday's dew,
To wanton Willie’s braudy.