The Braw Wooer（2 / 2）

  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 schachl't feet,
  but heavens! how he fell a swearin, a swearin,
  but heavens! how he fell a swearin.
  he begged, 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. ↑返回顶部↑