with critical observations and biographical notices, by Robert Burns
with critical observations and biographical notices, by Robert Burns with critical observations and biographical notices, by Robert Burns
17^ But when I speak to them that's stately, I find them ay ta'en with the gee, An' get the denial right flatly ; What, think ye, can ail them at me ? I have yet but ae offer to make them, If they wad but hearken to me, And that is, I'm willing to tak them, If they their consent wad but gee ; Let her that's content write a billet, An' get it transmitted to me, I hereby engage to fulfil it, The' cripple, tho' bhnd she sud be. BILLET BY JEAN GRADDEN. Dear batchelour, Fve read your billet. Your strait an' your hardships I see. An' tell you it shall be fulfilled, Tho* it were by none other but me. These forty years I've been neglected, An' nene has had pity on me Such offers should not be rejected. Whoever the offerer be.
175 For beauty I lay no claim to it, Or, may be, I had been away ; Tho' tocher or kindred could do it, I have no pretensions to they The most I can say,—I'm a woman, An' that I a wife want to be An' I'll tak exception at no man. That's willing to tak nane at me. And now I think I may be cocky, Since fortune has smurtl'd on me, I'm Jenny, an' ye shall be Jockie, 'Tis right we together sud be ; For nane of us cud find a marrow. So sadly forfairn were we Fouk sud no at any thing tarrow. Whose chance looked naething to be. On Tuesday speer for Jeany Gradden^ When I i' my pens ween to be, Just at the sign of the Old Maiden, Where ye shall be sure to meet me Bring with you the priest for the wedding, That a' things just ended may be, An' we'll close the whole with the bedding An' wha'U be sae merry as we ?
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175<br />
For beauty I lay no claim to it,<br />
Or, may be, I had been away ;<br />
Tho' tocher or kindred could do it,<br />
I have no pretensions to they<br />
The most I can say,—I'm a woman,<br />
An' that I a wife want to be<br />
An' I'll tak exception at no man.<br />
That's willing to tak nane at me.<br />
And now I think I may be cocky,<br />
Since fortune has smurtl'd on me,<br />
I'm Jenny, an' ye shall be Jockie,<br />
'Tis right we together sud be ;<br />
For nane of us cud find a marrow.<br />
So sadly forfairn were we<br />
Fouk sud no at any thing tarrow.<br />
Whose chance looked naething to be.<br />
On Tuesday speer for Jeany Gradden^<br />
When I i' my pens ween to be,<br />
Just at the sign of the Old Maiden,<br />
Where ye shall be sure to meet me<br />
Bring <strong>with</strong> you the priest for the wedding,<br />
That a' things just ended may be,<br />
An' we'll close the whole <strong>with</strong> the bedding<br />
An' wha'U be sae merry as we ?
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