with critical observations and biographical notices, by Robert Burns

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On his gray yade as he did ride,
With durk and pistol by his side,
He prick'd her on wi' meikle pride,
Wi' meikle mirth and glee.
Out o'er yon moss, out o'er yon muir,
Till he came to her dady's door.
With afaly dal^ S^c.
Goodman, quoth he, be ye within,
I'm come your doghter's love to win,
I care no for making meikle din
What answer gi' ye me ?
Now, wooer, quoth he, wou'd ye light down,
I'll gie ye my doghter's love to win.
With afal, dal, S^c.
Now, wooer, sin ye are lighted down,
Where do ye win, or in what town ?
I think my doghter winna gloom
On sic a lad as ye.
The wooer he step'd up the house.
And wow ! but he was wond'rous crouse^
With afal, dal, S^c.
I have three owsen in a plough,
Twa good ga'en yads, and gear enough^
The place they ca' it Cadeneugh;
I scorn to tell a lie