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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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