The jolly beggar/The Duke of Argyle's courtship to an English lady

The Duke of Argyle's Courtship to an English Lady.

Did you ever hear of a loyal Scot,
Who was never concern'd in any plot,
I wish it might fall to my lot,
To marry you my dearie, O.

I wish I had you in Kintyre,
And there your beauty I would admire,
O then I would have my heart's desire,
If you would marry me my dearie, O.

You shall have plenty of barley bannock store,
With geese and fine ducks at the door,
And a good chaff-bed upon the floor,
If you will marry me my dearie, O.

You shall have plenty of good Scots kail,
With a good fat haggis at every meal,
After that, good Scots cakes and ale,
If you will marry me my dearie, O.

O get you gone you saucy Scot,
Your haggis shall never boil in my pot,
For you are a proud and prating sot,
And never shall be my dearie, O.

I will clout your hose and mend your shoon,
And if you chance to hae a son,
I'll make him laird when all is done.
If you will marry me my dearie, O.

Your clouted hose I cannot wear
Your mended shoes I can't endure,
And for your lordship I am not sure,
And I never shall be your dearie, O.

The deil pick out your twa black een,
I wish your face I ne'er had seen,
For you are a proud and saucy queen,
And you never shall be my dearie, O.

I am a noble lord of high renown,
I am great Argyle when I come to town
But my blue bonnet has fallen down
And you never shall be my dearie, O.

O pardon, pardon Argyle, allow,
For what I have done in saying so,
To the highland hills with you I'll go,
I long to be your dearie, O.

There is not a whore in London town,
Shall set a foot on Campbell's ground,
For I am related to the crown.
And you never shall be my dearie, O.

I am a noble lord of great renown,
I am great Argyle when I come to town;
Whole drums do beat and trumpets sound,
You never shall be my dearie, O.

I wish I had you in Lancashire,
The follow me through dub and mire,
Yet hats from bonnets might retire,
And you never shall be my dearie, O.