the braw wooer
tuhe lothian ssie.”
st may, a braw wooer cam doun the ng glen,
and sair wi' his love he did deave me;
i said, there was hing 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 bck e'en,
and vow'd for my love he was diein,
i said, he might die when he liked for jean—
the lord fie me for liein, for liein;
the lord fie me for liein!
a weel-stocked mailen, himsel' for the ird,
and marriage aff-hand, were his proffers;
i never l
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