the braw er
arin',

  and how her new shoon fit her auld schachl't feet,

  but heavens! how he fell a swearin, a swearin,

  but heavens! how he fell a swearin.

  he begged, for gudesake, i wad be his wife,

  or else i wad kill him wi' sorrow;

  so e'en to preserve the poor body in life,

  i think i maun wed him to-morrow, to-morrow;

  i think i maun wed him to-morrow.