The Scottish songs - National Library of Scotland

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Wi' sneerin behind and before him,
For sic is the mettle o' brutes,
Puir Wattie, and waes me for him,
Was fain to gang hame in his boots.
Now it was late in the e'ening,
And boughting-time was drawing near
The lasses had stanched their greening
Wi' fouth o' braw apples and beer.
There was Lillie, and Tibbie, and Sibbie,
And Ceicy on the spinnle could spin,
Stood glowrin at signs and glass winnocks,
But deil a ane bade them come in.
Gude guide us ! saw ye ever the like o't ?
See, yonder's a bonnie black swan ;
It glow'rs as it wad fain be at us
What's yon that it bauds in its hand ?
Awa', daft gowk, cries Wattie,
They're a' but a ruckle o' sticks ;
See, there is Bill-Jock and auld Hawkie,
And yonder's Mess John and auld Nick.
Quoth Maggie, come buy us our fairin'
And Wattie richt sleely could tell,
I think thou'rt the flower o' the clachan,
In trowth, now, I'se gie thee mysell.
But wha wad ha' e'er thocht it o' him,
That e'er he had rippled the lint ?
Sae proud was he o' his Maggie,
Though she was baith scaulie and squint.*
* From Herd's Collection, 1776.
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