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Lips like the rose when moisten'd with dew;
Say maun, rouse your son’s pauky scorning,
Come tell me dear lassie, the way for to woo:
Sae far ha’e wander'd dear lassie;
To see thee I have sail'd the sea;
I’ve travelled over moorlands and mountains,
And, houseless, rain could on the lea:
I never yet try'd for to make love to ony,
Never lov'd ony ti ance loved you;
Now were alane in the greenwood ae bonny;
Come tell me dear lassie, the way for to woo.
"What care for your wanderings, laddie.
Or yet for your sailing the sea;
It was nae for nought ye of Peggy,
My tocher it brought you to me.
But say have e got goud for to busk me ay gaudy,
With ribbons, and pearls, and breast-knots anew,
A house that is canty, wi' plenishing plenty,
Without them ye needna come here for to woo”
"I haena got goud for to busk you ay gaudy,
Wi’ ribbons, and pearls, & breast-knots anew;
I brag nae o’ my house, nor my plenty;
But still I’ve a heart that is true.
I carena for tocher, I ne'er heard o’ ony,
Never lov’d Peggy, nor yet brack my vow;
Poor fool! I ha’e wander’d for a fause floe sae bonny,
I little thought this was the way for to woo."
