Carolina Oliphant, (Lady Nairne), 1766-1845
The laird o' Cockpen, he's proud an' he's great,|
His mind is ta'en up wi' things o' the State;
He wanted a wife, his braw house to keep,
But favour wi' wooin' was fashious to seek.
2. Down by the dyke-side a lady did dwell,
3. His wig was weel pouther'd and as gude as new,
4. He took the grey mare, and rade cannily,
5. Mistress Jean was makin' the elderflower wine;|
"An' what brings the laird at sic a like time?"
She put aff her apron, and on her silk gown,
Her mutch wi' red ribbons, and gaed awa' down.
6. An' when she cam' ben, he bowed fu' low,
7. Dumfounder'd was he, nae sigh did he gie,
8. And now that the laird his exit had made,
9. Next time that the laird and the lady was seen,|
They were gaun arm-in-arm to the kirk on the green;
Now she sits in the ha' like a weel-tappit hen,
But as yet there's nae chickens appear'd at Cockpen.
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