with critical observations and biographical notices, by Robert Burns

6^2
Besides, I had frae the great laird,
A peat-pat, and a lang kail-yard,
With afal, dal, 8^c.
The maid put on her kirtle brown.
She was the brawest in a' the town
I wat on him she did na gloom,
But bhnkit bonnilie.
The lover he stended up in haste.
And gript her hard about the waste,
With afal, dal, S^c.
To win your love, maid, I'm come here,
Fm young, and hae enough o' gear
And for my sell you need na fear.
Troth try me whan ye like.
He took aff his bonnet, and spat in his^chew.
He dighted his gab, and he pri'd her mou'.
With afal, dal, 8^c,
The maiden blusht and bing'd fu* hw,
She had na will to say him na.
But to her dady she left it a'
As they twa cou'd agree.
The lover he gae her the tither kiss.
Syne ran to her dady, and tell'd him this,
With afal, dal, S^c.