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But owre my left shouther 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 hearin ? And how her new shoon fit her auld, shachl'd 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.
No. 202. Wantonness for evermair.

Tune: Wantonness.	Scots Musical Museum, iiq6, No. 422.



Wantonness for evermair, Wantonness has been my ruin. Yet for a' my dool and care It's wantonness for evermair.		I hae lo'ed the Black, the Brown ; I hae lo'ed the Fair, the Gowden; A' the colours in the town— I hae won their wanton favour.