“Fee him, faither, fee
him,” quo’ she;
“Fee him,
faither, fee him;
A’ the wark about the
house
Gaes wi’
me when I see him:
A’ the wark about the
house
I gang sae lightly
through it;
And though ye pay some merks
o’ gear,
Hoot! ye winna
rue it,” quo’ she;
“No;
ye winna rue it.”
“What wad I do wi’
him, hizzy?
What wad I do
wi’ him?
He ’s ne’er a
sark upon his back,
And I hae nane
to gi’e him.”
“I hae twa sarks into
my kist,
And ane o’
them I ’ll gi’e him;
And for a merk o’ mair
fee,
Oh, dinna stand
wi’ him,” quo’ she;
“Dinna
stand wi’ him.
“Weel do I lo’e
him,” quo’ she;
“Weel do
I lo’e him;
The brawest lads about the
place
Are a’ but
hav’rels to him.
Oh, fee him, father; lang,
I trow,
We ’ve dull
and dowie been:
He ‘ll haud the plough,
thrash i’ the barn,
And crack wi’
me at e’en,” quo’ she;
“Crack
wi’ me at e’en.”
IT FELL ON A MORNING.[33]
It fell on a morning when
we were thrang—
Our kirn was gaun,
our cheese was making,
And bannocks on
the girdle baking—
That ane at the door chapp’d
loud and lang;
But the auld gudewife,
and her Mays sae tight,
Of this stirring and din took
sma’ notice, I ween;
For a chap at
the door in braid daylight
Is no like a chap when heard
at e’en.
Then the clocksie auld laird
of the warlock glen,
Wha stood without,
half cow’d, half cheerie.
And yearn’d
for a sight of his winsome dearie,
Raised up the latch and came
crousely ben.
His coat was new,
and his owrelay was white,
And his hose and his mittens
were coozy and bein;
But a wooer that
comes in braid daylight
Is no like a wooer that comes
at e’en.
He greeted the carlin’
and lasses sae braw,
And his bare lyart
pow he smoothly straikit,
And looked about,
like a body half glaikit,
On bonny sweet Nanny, the
youngest of a’:
“Ha, ha!”
quo’ the carlin’, “and look ye that
way?
Hoot! let nae sic fancies
bewilder ye clean—
An elderlin’
man, i’ the noon o’ the day,
Should be wiser than youngsters
that come at e’en.”
“Na, na,” quo’
the pawky auld wife; “I trow
You ‘ll
fash na your head wi’ a youthfu’ gilly,
As wild and as
skeigh as a muirland filly;
Black Madge is far better
and fitter for you.”
He hem’d
and he haw’d, and he screw’d in his mouth,
And he squeezed his blue bonnet
his twa hands between;
For wooers that
come when the sun ’s in the south
Are mair awkward than wooers
that come at e’en.