Here it is, from a broadside at The Word on the Street (from the National Library of Scotland). The song is an answer to another song, THE YOUNG LAIRD AND EDINBURGH KATY.

KATY'S ANSWER
c1720

My Mother's ay glouring o'er me,
Tho' she did the same before me.
I cannot get leave
To look to my Love,
Or else she'll be like to devour me.

Right fain woo'd I take ye'r offer,
Swet Sir, but I'll Tine my Tocher
Then Sandy ye'll fret,
And wyt your poor Kate,
When e'er ye seek in ye'r toom Goffer.

For tho' my Father has plenty,
Of Silver and Plenishing dainty,
Yet he's unco swear
To twin wi his Gear,
And sae we had need to be Tenty.

Tutor my Parents wi Caution.
Be wylie in ilk a Motion.
Brag well o' ye'er Land,
And there's my leal Hand.
Win them. I'll be at your Devotion.