with critical observations and biographical notices, by Robert Burns

95
The pawky auld carle came o'er the lee,
Wi' many good e'ens and days to me,
Saying, Goodwife, for your courtesie,
Will ye lodge a silly poor man !
The night was cauld, the carle was wat.
And down ayont,the ingle he sat;
My daughter's shoulders he 'gan to clap,
And cadgily ranted and sang.
O wow !
quo' he, were I as free,
As first when I saw this country,
How blyth and merry wad I be
And I wad never think lang.
He grew canty, and she grew fain ;
But little did her auld minny ken
What thir slee twa togither were say'n,
When wooing they were sae thrang.
And O !
quo' he, ann ye were as black
As e'er the crown of my dady's hat,
'Tis I wad lay thee by my back,
And awa' wi' me thou shou'd gang.
And O !
quo' she, ann I were as white,
As e'er the snaw lay on the dike,
I'd dead me braw, and lady like,
And awa' with thee I'd gang.
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