A Braw Wooer

A Braw Wooer - Ewan MacColl

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 hearing

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 tomorrow tomorrow

I think I maun wed him tomorrow