The Brisk Young Lad

There cam' a young man to my daddie's door.
My daddie's door, my daddie's door;
There cam' a young man to my daddie's door,
Cam' seeking me to woo.

But I was baking when he came,
When he came, when he came;
I took him in and gied him a scone.
To thowe his frozen mou'.

I set him in aside the bink;
I ga'e him bread and ale to drink;
But ne'er a blythe styme wad he blink,
Until his wame was fu'.

Gae, get you gone, you cauldrife wooer,
Ye sour-looking, cauldrife wooer!
I straightway show'd him to the door.
Saying, Come nae mair to woo.

There lay a deuk-dub before the door.
Before the door, before the door;
There lay a deuk-dub before the door.
And there fell he, I trow!

Out cam' the gudeman, and high he shouted;
Out cam' the guid-wife, and laigh she louted;
And a' the toun-neebors were gather'd about it;
And there lay he I trow!

Then out cam' I, and sneer'd and smil'd;
Ye cam' to woo, but ye're a' begiuled;
Ye've fe'en i' the dirt, and ye're a' befyled;
We'll ha'e nae mair o' you!