The Musical Charmer/Gude Forgi'e me for Liein'

by Anonymous

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Gude Forgi'e me for Liein'.

Ae day a braw wooer came down the lang glen,
and fast wi' his love he did deave me:
But I said there was naething I hated like men:
The duce tak' the lad to believe me.

A weel-stocked mailen, himsel' o't the laird,
An bridal aff han', was the offer;
I never look on that I kend or car'd.
But I thought I might waur offer.

He spoke o' the darts o' my bonny black een;
An' O! for my love he was diein;
I said he might drew an liket for Jean:
The gude forgi'e me for liein'.

But what do ye think? in a fortnight or less,
(He ha a poor taste to gae near her)
He's down to the castle to black cousin Bess;
O! think how I could endure her!

An' a' the niest ouk as I fretted wi' care,
I gaed to the tryst o' Duigarlock;
An' wha but my au'd fickle wooer was there!
Wha star'd as if he'd seen a warlock.

Out-owre my left shouther I gied him a blink,
Left neighbours shou'd say I was saucy,
My wooer he caper'd as he'd been in drink,
And vow'd that I was a dear lassie.

I speer'd for my cousin, fu' couthy and sweet,
An' if she'd recover'd her hearin'?
An' how my auld shoos fitted her shachel'd feet?
Gude-saf' us how he fell a-swearin'!

He begg'd me for gudesake that I'd be his wife,
Or else I wad kill him wi' sorrow;
An' just to preserve the poor body in life,
I think I will wed him to-morrow.

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