From Allan Ramsay, The Tea-table Miscellany (1788 ed., pp. 21-22): SLIGHTED NANSY Tune, The Kirk wad let me be. 'Tis I have seven braw new gowns, And ither seven better to mak, And yet, for a' my new gowns, My wooer has turn'd his back. Besides I have seven milk-kye, And Sandy he has but three; And yet, for a' my good kye, The laddie winna ha'e me. My dadie's a delver o' dykes, My mither can card and spin, And I am a fine fodgel lass, And the siller comes linkan in; The siller comes linkan in, And it is fou fair to see, And fifty times wow! O wow! What ails the lads at me? When ever our Baty does bark, Then fast to the door I rin, To see gin ony young spark Will light and venture but in; But never a ane will come in, Though mony a ane gaes by, Syne far ben the house I rin; And a weary wight am I. When I was at my first pray'rs, I pray'd but anes i' the year, I wish'd for a handsome young lad, And a lad with muckle gear. When I was at my neist pray'rs, I pray'd but now and than, I fash'd na my head about gear, If I get a handsome young man. Now when I'm at my last pray'rs, I pray on baith night and day, And O! if a beggar wad come, With that same beggar I'd gae. And O! and what'll come o' me! And O! and what'll I do? That sic a braw lassie as I Should die for a wooer I trow.
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