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Robert Burns - Last May A Braw Wooer
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Last May a braw wooer cam down the lang glen, 
         And sair wi` his love he did deave me;
     I said there was naething I hated like men:
         The deuce gae wi `m to believe me, believe me,
         The deuce gae wi `m to believe me.
     He spak o` the darts in my bonie black een,
         And vow`d for my love he was diein;
     I said he might die when he liked for Jean:
         The Lord forgie me for liein, for liein,
        The Lord forgie me for liein!
    A weel-stocked  mailen, himsel for the laird,
        And marriage aff-hand, were his proffers:
    I never loot on that I ken`d it, or car`d,
        But thought I might hae waur offers, waur offers,
        But thought I might hae waur offers.
    But what wad ye think? in a fortnight or less,
        (The deil tak his taste to gae near her!)
    He up the lang loan to my black cousin Bess,
        Guess ye how, the jad! I could bear her, could bear her
        Guess ye how, the jad! I could bear her.
    But a` the niest week I fretted wi` care,
        I gaed to the tryste o` Dalgarnock,
    And wha but my fine fickle lover was there,
        I glowr`d as I`d seen a warlock, a warlock.
        I glowr`d as I`d seen a warlock.
    But owre my left shoulder I gae him a blink,
        Lest neibors might say I was saucy;
    My wooer he caper`d as he`d been in drink,
        And vow`d I was his dear lassie, dear lassie,
        And vow`d I was his dear lassie.
    I spier`d for my cousin fu` couthy and sweet,
        Gin she had recover`d her hearin,
    And how her new shoon fit her auld shachl`t feet—
        But, heavens! how he fell a swearin, a swearin,
        But, heavens! how he fell a swearin.
    He begg`d, for gudesake, I wad be his wife,
        Or else I wad kill him wi` sorrow:
    So e`en to preserve the poor body in life,
        I think I maun wed him to-morrow, to-morrow,
        I think I maun wed him to-morrow.
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