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My purse was light, my heart was sair,
But my wit it was fu ready.
So I bethought me on a time,
Outwitness o’ my daddy,
To fee himsel’ to a Lawland Laird,
Wha had a bonny lady.
I wrote a letter, and thus began;
“Madam, be not offended;
“I’m o’er the lugs in love wi’ you,
“And I care na thongh ye ken’d it.
"Ye might hae come to me soulsel’,
‘Outwittens o’ ony body,
“And made the Goughstsun o’ the laird,
“And kiss’d the bonny lady."
Then she pat siller in nay purse.
We drank wine in a coggie:
She feed a man to rub my horse,
And vow but I was vogie.
For I get little frae the laird,
“And far less frae my daddy;
“Yet I wad blythely be the man,
"Wad strive to please my laddy."
