文本歌词

A Braw Wooer (Original Mix) - 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