To Get a Man
This warld is a lottery, as ilk ane may ken;
There are prizes for women as well as for men;
But as far as my faither and mither can see,
Though the're prizes for some, there are aye blanks for me!
Though black, I am comely; my een's like a slae!
Od! I'm sure they're far better than een that are grey;
Yet the lads they court Katey as fast as they can,
While my faither aye tells me — I'll ne'er get a man .
I'm held down wi' wark frae morning till e'en,
My claise aye unsnod, and my face seldom clean!
How the sorrow! on me can our lads ever look,
Whan I gang aye sae thief-like, as black as the crook!
For fairs and for preachings I hae but ae gown!
(Lord! I wish I was busked like our queans in the town!)
Yet whane'er I stay late — how my faither he'll ban,
Wi' a — " Divil confound ye! ye'll ne'er get a man!"
My mither aye thinks I'm to sit still and spin:
Whan the sogers gae by, war I felled I maun rin;
Then she roars and she flytes (though the same's done by Kate)
Wi' a — " Sorrow be on ye! ye'll gang a grey gate!"
I fain wad hae Jamie — but then he loos Jean;
And I'd e'en tak lean Patie, tho' just skin and bane;
But my faither and mither tauld baith him and Dan,
That I'm three years owre young yet to hae a gudeman!
A usage sae barb'rous, nae mortal can bear!
Od! they'll drive me to madness wi' perfect despair!
If I canna get Jamie, nor yet Dan nor Pate,
Faith! I'll e'en tak the first chiel that comes in my gate.
Gley'd Sawnie, the haivrel, he met me yestreen,
He roosed first my black hair, and syne my black een!
While he dawted and kissed, though I ken he's a fool,
Lord! I thought that my heart wad hae loupt out o' hool.
Quo' he, " Bonny Maggie, gin ye war mine ain,
I hae house and plenty for wife and for wean;
And whan my auld daddy staps aff to the grave,
Faith! we'll then had our head up as high as the lave."
I dinna like Sawnie — he's blind o' an ee;
But then he's the first talked o' marriage to me;
And whan folk are ill used they maun do what they can,
Sae I'll mak them a' liars, and tak a GUDEMAN .
There are prizes for women as well as for men;
But as far as my faither and mither can see,
Though the're prizes for some, there are aye blanks for me!
Though black, I am comely; my een's like a slae!
Od! I'm sure they're far better than een that are grey;
Yet the lads they court Katey as fast as they can,
While my faither aye tells me — I'll ne'er get a man .
I'm held down wi' wark frae morning till e'en,
My claise aye unsnod, and my face seldom clean!
How the sorrow! on me can our lads ever look,
Whan I gang aye sae thief-like, as black as the crook!
For fairs and for preachings I hae but ae gown!
(Lord! I wish I was busked like our queans in the town!)
Yet whane'er I stay late — how my faither he'll ban,
Wi' a — " Divil confound ye! ye'll ne'er get a man!"
My mither aye thinks I'm to sit still and spin:
Whan the sogers gae by, war I felled I maun rin;
Then she roars and she flytes (though the same's done by Kate)
Wi' a — " Sorrow be on ye! ye'll gang a grey gate!"
I fain wad hae Jamie — but then he loos Jean;
And I'd e'en tak lean Patie, tho' just skin and bane;
But my faither and mither tauld baith him and Dan,
That I'm three years owre young yet to hae a gudeman!
A usage sae barb'rous, nae mortal can bear!
Od! they'll drive me to madness wi' perfect despair!
If I canna get Jamie, nor yet Dan nor Pate,
Faith! I'll e'en tak the first chiel that comes in my gate.
Gley'd Sawnie, the haivrel, he met me yestreen,
He roosed first my black hair, and syne my black een!
While he dawted and kissed, though I ken he's a fool,
Lord! I thought that my heart wad hae loupt out o' hool.
Quo' he, " Bonny Maggie, gin ye war mine ain,
I hae house and plenty for wife and for wean;
And whan my auld daddy staps aff to the grave,
Faith! we'll then had our head up as high as the lave."
I dinna like Sawnie — he's blind o' an ee;
But then he's the first talked o' marriage to me;
And whan folk are ill used they maun do what they can,
Sae I'll mak them a' liars, and tak a GUDEMAN .
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