The Braw Wooer

The Braw Wooer

    Tune—“The Lothian Lassie.”

    Last May, a braw wooer cam doun the lang glen,

    And sair wi' his love he did deave me;

    I said, there was naething I hated like men—

    The deuce gae wi'm, to believe me, believe me;

    The deuce gae wi'm to believe me.

    He spak o' the darts in my bonie black e'en,

    And vow'd for my love he was diein,

    I said, he might die when he liked for Jean—

    The Lord forgie me for liein, for liein;

    The Lord forgie me for liein!

    A weel-stocked mailen, himsel' for the laird,

    And marriage aff-hand, were his proffers;

    I never loot on that I kenn'd it, or car'd;

    But thought I might hae waur offers, waur offers;

    But thought I might hae waur offers.

    But what wad ye think?—in a fortnight or less—

    The deil tak his taste to gae near her!

    He up the Gate-slack to my black cousin, Bess—

    Guess ye how, the jad! I could bear her, could bear her;

    Guess ye how, the jad! I could bear her.

    But a' the niest week, as I petted wi' care,

    I gaed to the tryst o' Dalgarnock;

    But wha but my fine fickle wooer was there,

    I glowr'd as I'd seen a warlock, a warlock,

    I glowr'd as I'd seen a warlock.

    But owre my left shouther I gae 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' couthy and sweet,

    Gin she had recover'd her hearin',

    And how her new shoon fit her auld schachl't 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.

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