The Scottish songs - National Library of Scotland

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Gie me a lad that's young and tight,
Sweet like an April meadow
'Tis sic as he can bless the siglit
And bosom of a widow.
O widow, wilt thou let me in ?
I'm pawky, wise, and thrifty,
And come of a right gentle kin
I'm little mair than fifty.
Daft carle, ye may dicht your moutli ;
What signifies how pawky.
Or gentle-born ye be, hot youth ?
In love you're but a gawky.
Then, widow, let these guineas speak,
That powerfully plead clinkan ;
And if they fail, my mouth I'll steek,
And nae mair love will think on.
These court indeed ; I maun confess,
I think they make you young, sir,
And ten times better can express
;
Aflfection than your tongue, sir,*
MY GODDESS, WOMAN.
JOHN LEARMONT.f
Of mighty Nature's handy-works,
The common or uncommon.
There's nought through a' her limits wide
Can be compared to woman.
« From the Te.i-Table Miscellany, (1724,) where it is wittily entitled,
The Auld Man's best Ar£;ument."
t Recently a gardener af Dalkeith.
3 F 17