I take what liberty I dare,
’twere impious to ſay more:
Convey my longings to the fair,
the maid whom I adore.
PATIE’s WEDDING.
As Patie come up frae the glen,
drivin’ his wedders before him,
He met bonny Meg ganging hame,
her beauty was like for to ſmore him.
O dinna you ken, bonny Meg,
that you and I’s gaun to be marry’d?
I rather had broken my leg
before ſae a bargain miſcarry’d.
Na Patie— O wha’s tell’d you that?
I think that of new they’ve been ſcanty,
That I ſhould be married ſae ſoon,
or yet ſhould ha’e been ſae ſlantly;
I winna be married the year.
ſuppoſe I were courted by twenty:
Sae Patie, ye need nae mair ſpear,
for weel a wat I dinna want ye.
Now Maggie, what maks ye ſae ſweet?
is’t cauſe that I hinna a maillin?
The lad that has plenty o’ gear.
need ne’er want a heifer or a hail ane;
