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Robert Burns (1759-1796)

Last May a Braw Wooer


              1Last May a braw wooer cam down the lang glen,
              2      And sair wi' his love he did deave me;
              3I said there was naething I hated like men:
              4      The deuce gae wi 'm to believe me, believe me,
              5      The deuce gae wi 'm to believe me.

              6He spak o' the darts in my bonie black een,
              7      And vow'd for my love he was diein;
              8I said he might die when he liked for Jean:
              9      The Lord forgie me for liein, for liein,
            10      The Lord forgie me for liein!

            11A weel-stocked mailen, himsel for the laird,
            12      And marriage aff-hand, were his proffers:
            13I never loot on that I ken'd it, or car'd,
            14      But thought I might hae waur offers, waur offers,
            15      But thought I might hae waur offers.

            16But what wad ye think? in a fortnight or less,
            17      (The deil tak his taste to gae near her!)
            18He up the lang loan to my black cousin Bess,
            19      Guess ye how, the jad! I could bear her, could bear her
            20      Guess ye how, the jad! I could bear her.

            21But a' the niest week I fretted wi' care,
            22      I gaed to the tryste o' Dalgarnock,
            23And wha but my fine fickle lover was there,
            24      I glowr'd as I'd seen a warlock, a warlock.
            25      I glowr'd as I'd seen a warlock.

            26But owre my left shoulder I gae him a blink,
            27      Lest neibors might say I was saucy;
            28My wooer he caper'd as he'd been in drink,
            29      And vow'd I was his dear lassie, dear lassie,
            30      And vow'd I was his dear lassie.

            31I spier'd for my cousin fu' couthy and sweet,
            32      Gin she had recover'd her hearin,
            33And how her new shoon fit her auld shachl't feet--
            34      But, heavens! how he fell a swearin, a swearin,
            35      But, heavens! how he fell a swearin.

            36He begg'd, for gudesake, I wad be his wife,
            37      Or else I wad kill him wi' sorrow:
            38So e'en to preserve the poor body in life,
            39      I think I maun wed him to-morrow, to-morrow,
            40      I think I maun wed him to-morrow.

Notes

1] Sent to Thomson July 3, 1795 and written for Thomson's collection in 1795.
braw: handsome or finely dressed.

2] sair: sorely.
deave: deafen.

11] mailen: farm.
laird: owner.

13] loot on: let on, let him know.

14] waur: worse.

18] loan: lane.

19] jad: jade.

22] tryste: fair; literally a meeting-place.

31] spier'd: inquired.
couthy: kindly.

32] Gin: if.

33] shackl't: misshapen.


Online text copyright © 2009, Ian Lancashire (the Department of English) and the University of Toronto.
Published by the Web Development Group, Information Technology Services, University of Toronto Libraries.

Original text: George Thomson, A Select Collection of Original Scottish Airs for the Voice, vol. II (1799) of 2 vols. (1798-99: London: T. Preston, 1803). musi Fisher Rare Book Library (Toronto) (held in MUSI).
First publication date: 1799
RPO poem editor: G. G. Falle
RP edition: 3RP 2.322.
Recent editing: 4:2002/3/19

Rhyme: ababb


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