Wee wifukie, or, This is no me/Blythe Sandy

Blythe Sandy.

Blyth Sandy is a bonny boy,
and always is a wooing,
Nor is he e'er too hold or coy,
although he is so loving.
Last night he prest me to his breast,
and vow'd he'd ask my daddy, O,
O dear to wed me he confess'd,
the Caledonian laddie O,

Chor. O, my bonny, bonny Highland boy,
my bonny, bonny Highland lad,
My bonny, bonny Highland laddie O,
my Caledonian laddie, O,

The maiden try baith far and near,
to gain young Sandy over,
But all their art I didna fear
he winna prove a rover
For sure he tal' me frank and free,
unknown to dad or mammy, O,
He'll marry me, ah! nane but me,
the Caledonian laddie O, O my, &cl

The tother day from Dundee fair,
he brought me hame a bannet,
A cap and ribbon for my hair,
but mark what soon came on it;
As late at kirk we somewhat stood,
in spite of mam or daddy, O,
He married me, do all I could,
the Caledonian laddie, O. O my, &c.

FINIS.