The Scottish songs - National Library of Scotland

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Gae, get you gone, you cauldrife wooer.
Ye sour-looking, cauldrife wooer
I 8traghtway show'd him to the door,
Saying, Come nae mair to woo.
There lay a deuk-dub before the door.
Before the door, before the door
There lay a deuk-dub before the door,
And there fell he, I trow I
Out cam the guidman, and high he shouted ;
Out cam the guidwife, and laigh she louted ;
And a' the toun-neebors were gather'd about it
And there lay he, I trow I
Ye cam to woo, but ye're a' beguiled ;
YeVe fa'en i' the dirt, and ye're a' befyled
We'll hae nae mair o' you I *
WEBSTER'S LINES.
Oh, how could I venture to love one like thee,
And you not despise a poor conquest like me.
On lords, thy admirers, could look wi' disdain.
And knew I was naething, yet pitied my pain ?
You said, while they teased you with nonsense and dress,
When real the passion, the vanity's less ;
You saw through that silence which others despise.
And, while beaux were a-talking, read love in my eyes.
Oh, how shall I fauld thee, and kiss a' thy charms,
Till, fainting wi' pleasure, I die in your arms ;
Through all the wild transports of ecstasy tost,
Till, sinking together, together we're lost
* From Herd's Collection, 1776.