Classic Poem

The carle he came o'er the croft,
And his beard new shaven,
He look'd at me as he 'd been daft,
The carle trows that I wad hae him.
Howt awa! I winna hae him,
Na forsooth I winna hae him,
For a' his beard 's new shaven,
Ne'er a bit will I hae him.

A siller broach he gae me niest,
To fasten on my curtchea nooked;
I wor'd a wee upon my breast,
But soon, alake! the tongue o't crooked;
And sae may his: I winna hae him,
Na forsooth I winna hae him;
Ane twice a bairn 's a lass's jest;
Sae ony fool for me may hae him.

The carle has nae fault but ane,
For he has land and dollars plenty;
But waes me for him! skin and bane
Is no for a plump lass of twenty.
Howt awa! I winna hae him,
Na forsooth I winna hae him;
What signifies his dirty riggs
And cash, without a man with them?

But shou'd my canker'd daddy gar
Me take him 'gainst my inclination,
I warn the fumbler to beware,
That antlers dinna claim their station.
Howt awa! I winna hae him,
Na forsooth I winna hae him;
I 'm flee'd to crack the haly band,
Sae Lawty says I shou'd na hae him.