The Scotch Wedding:
OR,
A short and Pretty Way of Wooing.
When as Complexions do agree,
And all things they are fitting;
Why should the time prolonged be,
Be quick and mind your Knitting.
To a New Northern Tune, much usd at the Theatres.
With Allowance.
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IN January last, upon
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a Munday on the Morn;
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As along the fields I past,
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to view the Winter Corn:
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I ligged me behind the Bray,
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and I saw come ore the Slow,
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Yean glenting in an Apron,
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with a bonny brant brow.
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I bad good Morrow fair Maid,
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and she right courteously,
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By Fe and Tro, geud Sir, she said,
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geud day agen to ye;
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I said to her, fair Maid, quo I,
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how far intend you now,
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Quo she geud Sir a mile or twa,
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to yonder bonny Brow.
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Fair Maid Im weel contented,
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to have sike company
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For I am ganging on the gate,
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where you intend to be;
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When we had walkt a mile or twa,
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I said to her my Dow;
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May I not lift your Apron,
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and kiss your bonny Brow.
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Nay geud Sir your mistaken,
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for I am nane of theise;
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I wot you ha mare breeding,
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then lift a wemans cleathes:
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Ye knaw we Mun for modesty,
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nea at the first time bow,
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But if we like your company,
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we are as kind as you.
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I Teuk her by the hand so smaw,
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and I led her ore the Lawn,
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I gave her many a glancing leuk,
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so did she me again:
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I led her in among the bent,
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where nean of aw cud see,
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And then quo I my bonny Lass,
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now wilt thou mow with me.
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I dare not dea that deed, quo she,
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for fear I prove with Bearn,
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And then may I sing Lulabee,
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and live in mickle scorn:
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Tush, fie, quo I tack thou ne care,
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fear not with Bearn to be,
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For wel I wat next Holliday,
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that I will wed with thee.
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I laid her down upon the Green,
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and said prove kind to me dear,
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We now are safe from being seen,
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thou needs nea danger fear,
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She blusht and smiled in my face,
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my bonny Lad, quo she,
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Since we are in this uncouth place,
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deal kindly now with me.
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I used all my skill and art,
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her humour for to please,
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I prickt her, but she felt no smart,
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but still lay at her ease:
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At length I put her to the squeak,
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and clawd her bonny weam,
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Quo she my heart with joy will break,
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pray let me now gang heam.
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When we had tane of Love our fill,
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sea well she pleasd my mind
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I vowd I wad be constant still,
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since that she was so kind:
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Quo I my only Duck and dear,
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now let us twa agree,
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How to provide our Bridal cheer,
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against we wedded be.
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The warst ont is my love quo she,
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we want a King we trow,
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Ner rack quo I, leave that to me,
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ile iell my Dodded Yow:
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Miss John the Vicar is my friend,
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who will be ruld by me,
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An hour or twa with us to spend,
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when we wall wedded be.
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Wel ha beath bakd & boyld & roast,
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upon our wedding day,
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And Will the Weaver at my cost,
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shall on the Bag-pipes play:
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The Lads and Lasses in the Town,
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shall at our Nuptials be,
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And thou shalt have a Tawny Gown
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sea well thou pleasest me.
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Now when the wedding-day was come
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as they did beath conclude,
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The Dinner was in readiness,
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the Liquor it was brewd:
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And so they went unto the Kirk
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weel wedded for to be,
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And made a mickle merry Feast,
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and now lives lovingly.
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