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Ye Cowe a’.
AIR.—“Comin’ through the Rye.”


I wiled my lass wi’ loving words to Kelvin’s leafy shade,
And a’ that fondest heart can feel, or tongue can tell I said;
But nae reply my lassie gied
—I blam’d the waterfa’,
Its deavin’ soun’ my voice did drown
—O this cowes a’!
      O this cowes a’, quo I, O this cowes a’!
      I wonder how the birds can woo—O this cowes a’!

I wiled my lass wi’ loving words to Kelvin’s solemn grove,
Where silence, in her dewy bowers, hush’d a’ sounds but o’ love;
Still frae my earnest looks and vows, she turned her head awa’,
Nae cheering word the silence heard
—O this cowes a’!
      O this cowes a’, quo I, O this cowes a’!
      To woo I’ll try anither way, for this cowes a’!

I wiled my lass wi’ loving words to where the moonlight fell,
Upon a bank of blooming flowers, beside the pear-tree well;
Say, modest moon, did I do wrang to clasp her waist sae sma’
And steal ae kiss o’ honied bliss?
—O, ye cowe a’!
      O ye cowe a’, quo’ she, O ye cowe a’!
      Ye might ha’e speer’d a body’s leave—but ye cowe a’!

I’ll to the clerk, quo’ I, sweet lass, on Sunday we’ll be cried,
And frae your father’s house, next day, ye’ll gang a dear lo’ed bride

Quo’ she, I’d need anither week to mak’ a gown mair braw—
The gown ye ha’e we’ll mak it do—O ye cowe a’!
      O ye cowe a’, quo’ she, O ye cowe a’!
     
But wilfu’ folk maun ha’e their way—O ye cowe a’!



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