Laird of Logie/'Twas Yes, Kind Sir

'TWAS YES, KIND SIR.

THE ruddy morn blinks o'er the brac,
as blithe I gade to milk my kine,
⟨When⟩ near the winding burn of Tay,
wi' bonny gait, and twa black een;
⟨A⟩ highland lad fae kind me tent,
ſaying, Sonſy laſs, how's a' wi' you?
⟨Shall⟩ I your pail tak o'er the bent?
'twas yes, kind Sir, and I thank you too.

⟨Again⟩ he met me i'the e'en,
(illegible text) I was linken o'er the lee,
⟨To⟩ join the dance upo' the green,
and ſaid, blithe laſs, I'll gang wi' thee;
(illegible text)e braw he look'd in the highland gear,
his tartan plaid, and bonnet blue,
⟨Mу⟩ heart ſtraight whiſper'd in my ear,
ſay yes, kind Sir, and I thank you too.

⟨We⟩ danc'd until the gleaming moon,
ga'e notice that it was time to part,
⟨Thought⟩ the reel was done o'er ſoon,
for ah! the lad had ſtown my heart;
⟨He⟩ faw me hame acroſs the plain,
then kiſt me ſweet, I vow its true,
(illegible text)at when he aſk'd to kiſs again,
'twas yes, kind Sir, and I thank you too.

Grown bold, he preſs'd to ſtay a' night,
then gript me cloſs unto his breaſt,
Hout lad! my Mither fair wou'd ſlyte,
gif that I grant without the Prieſt;
Sae gang for him, gif ye be leel,
I ken then right what I maun do,
For aſk to kiſs me when you will,
'twill be, yes, love, and I thank ye too.