North country lass/Oxter My Laddie

OXTER my LADDIE.

FIRST when my laddie and I did meet,
He treated me with kisses so sweet:
It was low down in the meadows so green,
I oxter’d my laddie where we were not seen,
Where we were not seen,
Where we were not seen,
I oxter’d my laddie Where we were not seen.

But I being young and in my prime,
Kissing then I thought no crime:
But my stays are turn’d strait they’ll not meetmebyaspan
And all for the oxtering my laddie sae lang.
My laddie sae lang, &c.

When first my stays began to turn strait,
I went to my laddie and told him that;
He said they’d got rain, and had creepen in,
No, says she, my laddie, that’s not the thing,
That’s not the thing, &c.

First when my stays I began for to wear,
Neither kirk nor session I did fear;
With ruffles and ribbons and every thing bra’,
That few thought I’d oxter'd my laddie at a’,
My laddie, at a’, &c.

My love was so handsome in every degree,
His comely looks so enshared me;
But my belly’s turn’d big, & my heart’s full of care,
And I’ll ne’er oxter my laddie nae mair.
My laddie nae mair, &c.

My daddie is like to be my dead,
For losing of my maiden-head,
With a rock and a reel my minnie does me bang,
And all for the oxtering my laddie sae lang.
My laddie sae lang, &c.

My sister daily frowns on me,
For losing my virginity;
My sister calls me whore and jade.
And all for the oxtering my bonny lad.
My bonny lad, &c.

But if my sweet babe it was born,
My parents ne’er shall hold me in scorn,
For all their frowns I would disdain.
In hopes for to oxter my laddie again. My laddie &c.

I will never grudge what I have done,
Since my first born is a son,
With the pan, & the spoon he well foster’d shall be,
And the daddie of him for to oxter me. To oxter &c.

My laddie he sent a love letter to me,
That in a short time we married should be,
The same I received with heart and good will,
And hopes for to enjoy my laddie still.
My laddie still, &c.

My laddie sent me a braw gold ring,
On our wedding-night a far better thing,
And ay the o’erward of the tune,
Was oxter the bride in the afternoon.
In the afternoon, &c.

My daddie he my tocher paid,
That very day that I was married,
But what’s gone and past we ne’er can recall,
Yet I’ll oxter my laddie in spite of them all.
In spite of them all, &c.

Thirteen maidens all in a row,
That day to the kirk with me did go;
It was a bra’ time of sweet delight,
For I oxter’d my laddie the length of the night.
The length of the night,
The length of the night,
For I oxter’d my laddie the length of the night.