The Laird o' Cockpen he was proud and he's great But his mind was ta'en up wi' the things o' the state He's wanted a new wife his braw hoose tae keep But favour wi' wooin' was fashous tae seek.
Doon by the dykeside there's a lady did dwell It's at his table heid he was sure she'd look well McLeish's ae daughter o' Clavers ha' lee A penniless lass wi' a lang pedigree.
His wig was well-pouthered and as good as new His waistcoat was white and his suit it was blue He's put on a ring and a sword and cocked hat And who could refuse him, the laird, wi' a' that?
He's ta'en the grey mare and he's rade cannily He's rapped at the yett o' Clavers ha' lee Gae tell Mistress Jean tae come speedily ben For she's wanted tae speak tae the Laird o' Cockpen.
And when she cam' by it's he bowed fu' low And what was his errand he soon let her know Amazed was the laird when the lady said naw And wi' a leigh curtsey she turned awa'.
Dumfoundered he was but nae sign did he gie He's mounted his horse and he's rade cannily And aft times he thinks as he rides through the glen She was daft tae refuse me, the Laird o' Cockpen.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
