Poems, on sacred and other subjects and songs, humorous and sentimental: By the late William Watt. Third edition of the songs only--with additional songs |
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THE LUCKLESS WOOER. |
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THE LUCKLESS WOOER.
O, wandought is waly Willie,
Wha wons in the warlock glen,
At wooin' he's cauldrife and silly,
An's been slichtit by nine or ten;
He's been slichtit by nine or ten,
When he paid a' the dues o' the kirk,
And yet the auld gleyt doitit havrel
Came to woo me yestreen when 'twas mirk.
Wha wons in the warlock glen,
At wooin' he's cauldrife and silly,
An's been slichtit by nine or ten;
He's been slichtit by nine or ten,
When he paid a' the dues o' the kirk,
And yet the auld gleyt doitit havrel
Came to woo me yestreen when 'twas mirk.
Loud the win' 'mang the ash-trees was brawlin',
When Willie dang up our back-door,
He stay'd na to chap the hallan,
But cam' lampin' ben the floor;
He cam' clinchin' ben the floor,
Wi' his bonnet ajee on his head;
Guid's! thinks I, or I'd marry ye, Willie,
I'd rather lie down wi' the dead.
When Willie dang up our back-door,
He stay'd na to chap the hallan,
But cam' lampin' ben the floor;
He cam' clinchin' ben the floor,
Wi' his bonnet ajee on his head;
Guid's! thinks I, or I'd marry ye, Willie,
I'd rather lie down wi' the dead.
Wi' kind welcome my mither did set him
Close up by the chimla cheek,
Where he thowt his cauld han's and he het him,
And dichtit his blae drappin' beak;
And at me he gied mony a keek,
As I sat wi' my seem in the neuk;
But a' his hale crack was o' thrashin',
And delvin', and drivin' o' muck.
Close up by the chimla cheek,
Where he thowt his cauld han's and he het him,
And dichtit his blae drappin' beak;
And at me he gied mony a keek,
As I sat wi' my seem in the neuk;
But a' his hale crack was o' thrashin',
And delvin', and drivin' o' muck.
But a tirl came upon the back winnock,
Whilk was a blythe signal to me,
Weel I kenn'd that it was my ain Sannock,
And my heart did gae dancin' wi' glee;
When I raise Willie looked ajee,
Syne he dichted his een, and he sigh'd;
But, gaun out, thinks I, fare-ye-weel, Willie,
Ye'll sit late if ye see me the nicht.
Whilk was a blythe signal to me,
Weel I kenn'd that it was my ain Sannock,
And my heart did gae dancin' wi' glee;
When I raise Willie looked ajee,
Syne he dichted his een, and he sigh'd;
But, gaun out, thinks I, fare-ye-weel, Willie,
Ye'll sit late if ye see me the nicht.
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