A Braw Wooer

A Braw Wooer - Ewan MacColl

Last may a braw wooer cam doun 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 e'en

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 kenn'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 gate slack 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 as I petted wi' care

I gaed to the tryst o' dalgarnock

But wha but my fine fickle wooer 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 shouther I gae him a blink

Lest neibours 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 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