For comparison, 'Slighted Nansy' from Allan Ramsay's 'Tea Table Miscellany' (I just noticed the connection): [To the Tune of, The Kirk wad let me be] Slighted Nansy ‘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-ky, And Sandy he has but three; And yet for a’ my good ky, The ladie winna ha’e me. My dady’s a delver of dikes, My mither can card and spin, And I am a fine fodgel lass, And the siller comes linkin in: The siller comes linkin 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, Tho’ mony a ane gaes by, Syne far ben the house I rin; And a weary wight am I. When I was at my first prayers, 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 prayers, 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 prayers, 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! what’ll I do? That sic a braw lassie as I Shou’d die for a woer I trow.
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