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THE carle he came o’er the croft,
And his beard new shaven,
He look’d at me, as he’d been daft,
The carle trows that I wad hae him.
Howt awa, I winna hae him!
Na forsooth, I winna hae him!
For a his beard new shaven,
Ne’er a bit will I hae him.
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A siller broach he gae me niest,
To fasten on my curtchea nooked,
I wor’d a wi upon my breast;
But soon alake! the tongue o’t crooked;
And sae may his, I winna hae him,
Na forsooth, I winna hae him!
An twice a bairn’s, a lass’s a Jest;
Sae ony fool for me may hae him.
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The carle has nae fault but ane;
For he has land and dollars plenty;
But waes me for him! skin and bane
Is no for a plump lass of twenty.
Howt awa, I winna hae him,
Na forsooth, I winna hae him,
What signifies his dirty riggs,
And cash without a man with them.
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But shou’d my canker’’ dady gar
Me take him ‘gainst my inclination,
I warn the fumbler to beware,
That antlers dinna claim their station.
Howt awa, I winna hae him!
Na forsooth, I winna hae him!
I’m flee’d to crack the haly band,
Sae Lawty says, I shou’d na hae him.
