The Laird of Cockpen

The laird o' Cockpen, he's proud and he's great,
His mind is ta'en up wi' thing o' the State;
He wanted a wife, his braw house to keep,
But favour wi' wooin' was fashious to seek.

Down by the dyke-side a lady did dwell,
At his table head he thocht she'd look well,
McLeish's ae dochter o' Clavers-Ha' Lea,
A penniless lass wi' a lang pedigree.

His wig was weel pouther'd and as gude as new,
His waistcoat was white, his coat it was blue;
He put on a ring, a sword and cock'd hat,
And wha could refuse the laid wi' a' that?

He took the grey mare, and rade cannilie,
An' rapped at the yett o' Clavers-Ha' Lea;
"Gae tell Mistress Jean to come speedily ben, -
She's wanted to speak to the Laird o' Cockpen."

Mistress Jean she was makin's the elder-flower wine;
"An' what brings the Laird at sic a like time?"
She put aff her apron and on her silk goun,
Her mutch wi' red ribbons, and gaed awa' down.

An' when she cam' ben he bowed fu' low,
An' what was his errand he soon let her know;
Amazed was the laird when the lady said "Na",
And wi' a laigh curtsie she tunred awa'.

Dumfounder'd was he, nae sigh did he gie,
He mounted his mare - he rade cannilie;
An' aften he thought,as he gaed through the glen,
She's daft to refuse the Laird o' Cockpen.

Susan Ferrier's happy ending:

An' now that the Laird his exit had made,
Mistress Jean she reflected on what she had said;
"Oh! for ane I'll get better, it's waur I'll get ten -
I was daft to refuse the Laird o' Cockpen!"

Neist time that the Laird and the Lady were seen,
They were gaun arm an' arm to the kirk on the green;
Now she sits in the ha' like a weel-tappit hen;
But as yet there's nae chickens appear'd at Cockpen.

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