YOUNG SUSY
Lyrics - Robert Anderson
Tune - Dainty Davie

Young Susy is a bonny lass
A canny lass, a teydey lass,
A mettled lass, a hearty lass,
As onie yen can see, man'
A clean heei'd lass, a weel spak lass,
A bulk learn'd lass, a kurk gaun lass,
I watna hoo it come to pass
She meade a fuil o' me, man.
Chorus -
I's tired o' workin, plewin', sowin',
Deetin', deykin, threshin', mowin';
Seeghin, greanin', niver knowin',
What I's going to de, man.

I met her—ay, 'twas this day week;
Od die! thowt I, I'll try to speak!
But tried in vain the teale to seek—
Oh, sec a lass is she, man!
Her jet-black hair hawf-heydes her broo,
Her een just thurl* yen thro' and throo'!
But, O! her cheeks an churry mou
Are far owre sweet to see, man!
I's tir'd o' workin, etc.

Oh! cud I put her in a sang!
To hear her praise the heale day lang,
She mud consent to kurk to gang;
There's puirer fwok than me, man!
But I can nowther rheyme ner reave,
Luive meks yen sec a coward sleave;
I'd better far sleep in the greave,
But yet, that munnet be, man!
I's tired o' workin, etc.

To Carel market I gang doon,
An hunt fer Susy, roon an roon;
But nin sae fair as she, man!
They're stiff as buckrem, Susy says,
Thur female dandies widoot stays;
Toon fwok leyke oor fwok, hae their ways.
An sae it aye mun be, man! I's tired o' workin, etc.
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*Thurl or thirl-pierce.

Theme: The tragic love of the bashful wooer.

Tune: One of the most beautiful of Scottish tunes known and used by songwriters during the late eighteenth and early nineteenth centuries.