SONG, WOO'D AND MARRIED AND A', Joanna Baillie Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. Baillie, Joanna, 1762-1851. Fugitive Verses. By Joanna Baillie, author of “Dramas on the Passions,“ etc. London Edward Moxon, Dover Street. MDCCCXL. 1840 pp. 267-270.

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SONG , WOO'D AND MARRIED AND A' , ( VERSION TAKEN FROM AN OLD SONG OF THAT NAME . ) THE bride she is winsome and bonny , Her hair it is snooded sae sleek , And faithfu ' and kind is her Johnny , Yet fast fa ' the tears on her cheek . New pearlins are cause of her sorrow , New pearlins and plenishing too , The bride that has a' to borrow , Has e'en right mickle ado . Woo'd and married and a' ! Woo'd and married and a' ! Is na ' she very weel aff To be woo'd and married at a' ? Her mither then hastily spak , " The lassie is glakit wi' pride ; In my pouch I had never a plack On the day when I was a bride . E'en tak ' to your wheel , and be clever , And draw out your thread in the sun ; The gear that is gifted , it never Will last like the gear that is won . Woo'd and married and a' ! Wi' havins and tocher sae sma ' ! I think ye are very weel aff , To be woo'd and married at a' ! " " Toot , toot ! " quo ' her grey-headed faither , " She's less o' a bride than a bairn , She's ta'en like a cout frae the heather , Wi' sense and discretion to learn . Half husband , I trow , and half daddy , As humour inconstantly leans , The chiel maun be patient and steady , That yokes wi' a mate in her teens . A kerchief sae douce and sae neat , O'er her locks that the winds used to blaw ! I'm baith like to laugh and to greet , When I think o' her married at a' ! " Then out spak ' the wily bridegroom , Weel waled were his wordies , I ween , " I'm rich , though my coffer be toom , Wi' the blinks o' your bonny blue een . I'm prouder o' thee by my side , Though thy ruffles or ribbons be few , Than Kate o' the Croft were my bride , Wi' purfles and pearlins enow . Dear , and dearest of ony ! Ye're woo'd and buikit and a' ! And do ye think scorn o' your Johnny , And grieve to be married at a' ? " She turned , and she blushed , and she smiled , And she looket sae bashfully down ; The pride o' her heart was beguiled , And she played wi' the sleeves o' her gown ; She twirled the tag o' her lace , And she nippet her boddice sae blue , Sine blinket sae sweet in his face , And aff like a maukin she flew . Woo'd and married and a' ! Wi' Johnny to roose her and a' ! She thinks hersel very weel aff , To be woo'd and married at a' .