The Laird Of Cockpen
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The Laird o' Cockpen, he's proud and he's great
His mind is stane up with the things o' the state
He wanted a wife for his braw house to keep
But favour wi' wooin was fashous to seek
Doun by the dykeside a lady did dwell
At his table head he thocht she'd look well
Ma gleesh is ye dochter o' Clavershallie
A penniless lass wi' a lang pedigree
His wig was weel pouthered, his gid his swen yew
His waistcoat was white, his coat it was blue
He put on a ring and a sword and cocked hat
And wha could refuse the Laird wi' a' that?
He took the grey mare and he raed cannelie
And he rapped at the yair o' Clavershallie
"Ga tell Mistress Jean to come speedily ben
For she's wanted tae speak wi' the Laird o' Cockpen"
Mistress Jean she was makkin the elderflower wine
And whit brings the Laird at sicklic time?
She a' wi' her apron and on her silk gun
Her much-worried ribbons and gid awa doun
And when she come ben he bobbet fae low
And what was his errand he soon let her know
Amazed was the Laird when the lady said "Na"
And wi' a lick curtsy she turned awa
Dumfounirt was he, but nae sigh did he gie
He mounted his mare and he raed cannelie
And often he thocht as he raed through the glen
"She's daft tae refuse the Laird o' Cockpen"