My mudder was teakin her nuin's rest,
My fadder was out at the hay,
When Ned Carnaughan com buncin in,
And luik'd as he'd gotten a flay:
`O, Sib!' says he, `I's duin wi' te;--
`Nay, what, thou blushes and staires!--
`I seed thee last neet wi' bow--hough'd Peat,
`And de'il tek them that cares!'
Says I to Ned, to Ned says I,
`What's aw this fuss about?
`I's soer he's a reet lish country lad,
`And tou's just a parfet lout:
`But whea were liggin i' Barney's croft,
`And lakin like twea hares?
`And whea kiss'd Suke frae lug to lug?
`Wey, de'il tek them that cares!'
Says Ned, says he, `the thimmel gi'e me
`I brong thee frae Branton fair,
`And gi'e back the broach and true--love knot,
`And lock o' my awn reed hair;
`And pay me the tuppence I wan frae thee
`Ae neet at pops and pairs;
`Then e'en tek on wi' whea thou leykes--
The de'il tek them that cares!'
The broach and thimmel I flang at his feace,
The true--love knot i' the fire;
Says I, `tou's nobbet a hawflin bworn--
`Fash me nae mair, I desire;--
`Here, tek thy tuppence, a reape to buy,
`And gi'e thysel nae mair airs;
`But hing as hee as Gilderoy--
`The de'il tek them that cares!'
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