The Scotch Wedding: OR, A short and Pretty Way of Wooing.  
When as Complexions do agree,  
And all things they are fitting;  
Why should the time prolonged be,  
Be quick and mind your Knitting.  
To a New Northern Tune, much used at the Theatres.  
With Allowance.  
 
 

IN January last, upon  
a Monday on the Morn;  
As along the fields I passed,  
to view the Winter Corn:  
I ligged me behind the Bray,  
and I saw come o'er the Slow,  
Yean glenting in an Apron,  
with a bonny brant brow.   

I had good Morrow fair Maid,  
and she right courteously,  
By Fe and Trow, geud Sir, she said,  
geud day again to ye;  
I said to her, fair Maid, quo I,  
how far intent you now,  
Quo she geud Sir a mile or two,  
to yonder bonny Brow.   

Fair Maid I'm we'll contented,  
to have like company,  
For I am ganging on the gate,  
where you intent to be;  
When we had walked a mile or two,  
I said to her my Dow;  
May I not lift your Apron,  
and kiss your bonny Brow.   

Nay geud Sir you're mistaken,  
for I am na'ne of these;  
I wot you ha' mare breeding,  
then lift a wemans' clearhes:  
Ye kn●w we Mun for modesty,  
nea at the first time bow,  
But if we like your company:  
we are as kind as you.   
 

I Teuk her by the hand so small,  
an I led her o'er the Lawn,  
I gave her many a glancing leuk,  
so did she me again;  
I led her in among the Bent,  
where nean of awe cu'd see,  
And then quo I my bonny Lass,  
now wilt thou mow with me.   

I dare not deathat deed, quo she,  
for fear I prove with Bearn,  
And then may I sing lullabee,  
and live in much scorn;  
Tush fie, quo I, tack thou ne care,  
fear not with Bearn to be,  
For we'll I wat next Holliday,  
that I will wed with thee.   

I laid htr down upon the Green,  
and said prove kind my dear;  
We now are safe from being seen,  
thou needs nea danger sea●:  
She blush and smiled in my face,  
my bonny Lad, quo she,  
Since we are in this uncouth place,  
deal kindly now with me.   

I used all my skill and art,  
her humour for to please;  
I pricked her, but she felt no smart,  
but still lay at her ease;  
At length I put her to the squeak,  
and clawed her bonny weam;  
Quo she, my heart with joy will break,  
pray let me now gang heam.   

When we had ●ane of love our fill,  
sea we'll she pleased my mind;  
I vowed I wouldhave be constant still,  
since that she was so kind;  
Quo I my only Duck, my dear,  
now let us twa agree;  
How to provide cur Bridal cheer,  
against we wedded be.   

The warft on't is, my love, quo she,  
we want a King I trow,  
Ne'er rack, quo I, leave that to me,  
i'll sell my Dodded You;  
Miss John the Vicar is my friend,  
who will be ruled by me;  
An hour or twa with us to spend,  
when we shall wedded be.   

we'll ha' beath baked, & boiled, & roast,  
upon our Weddding day,  
And Will the Weaver at my cost  
shall on the Bagpipes play;  
The Lads and Lasses in the Town,  
shall at our Nuptials be,  
And thou shalt have a Tawny Gown,  
sea we'll thou pleases me.   

Now when the Wedding day was come  
as they did beath conclude,  
The dinner was in readiness,  
the liquor it was brewed;  
And so they went unto the Kirk,  
we'll wedded for to be;  
And made a much merry feast,  
and now lives lovingly.    

Printed for P. Brooksby, at the Golden-Ball, in West-smith field.