The Excellent old Scottish song of The blaeberry courtship/The Crook & Plaid

The Crook and Plaid.

If lassies love the laddies they surely should confest,
For every lassie has a lad she loes aboon the rest,
He’s dearer to her bosom whatever be his trade,
And through life I’ll loe the laddie that wears the
Crook and Plaid.
He’s aye true to his lover, aye true to me.

He climbs the mountains early, his fleecy flocks to view,
He spies the little laverocks spring out frae ’mang the dew,
His faithful little doggie, so frolicsome and glad,
Wanders forward with the laddie that wears the
Crook and Plaid.
For he’s aye, &c.

He pu’s the bloomin heather, he pu’s the lily meek,
Calls the lily like my bosom, the heather like my cheek,
His words are aye so tender, my heart is aye so glad,
There’s nae wooer like the laddie that wears the
Crook and Plaid.
For he’s, &c.

I winna hae the laddie that ca’s the cart and plough,
Although he may be tender, although he may be true,
But I will hae the laddie that has my heart betrayed,
He’s the faithful shepherd laddie, that wears the
Crook and Plaid.
For he’s, &c.

It’s down beside the hawthorn that blooms in yonder vale,
I’ll meet him in the gloaming far frae the noisy gale,
His words are aye so tender, my heart is aye so glad,
For he kens the way sae nicely to row me in his plaid,
For he’s &c.

To such a faithful lover, oh who would not comply!
True love gives purer pleasure than aught beneath the sky.
If love be in your bosom my heart can ne’er be sad.
And through life I’ll loe the laddie that wears the
Crook and Plaid.
For he’s &c.