Last May, a brawwooer camdoun the langglen, And sairwi' his love he did deaveme; I said, there was naethingI hated like men- The deuce gae wi'm, to believe me, believe me; The deuce gae wi'm to believe me. He spako' the darts in my bonieblack e'en, And vow'd for my love he was diein, I

Chorus-We'll hide the Cooper behint the door, Behint the door, behint the door, We'll hide the Cooper behint the door, And cover him under a mawn, O. The Cooper o'Cuddy came here awa, He ca'd the girrs out o'er us a'; An'our gudewife has gotten a ca', That's anger'd the silly gudeman O. We'll hide

Gat ye me, O gat ye me, O gatye me wi'naething? Rockanreel, and spinning wheel, A micklequarter basin: Bye attour my Gutcherhas A heichhouse and a laich ane, A'forbye my boniesel, The tosso'Ecclefechan. O haud your tongue now, Lucky Lang, O haudyour tongue and jauner I held the gatetillyou I met, SyneI began to wander:

Their groves o' sweet myrtle let Foreign Lands reckon, Where bright-beaming summers exalt the perfume; Far dearer to me yon lone glen o'green breckan, Wi' the burnstealing under the lang, yellow broom. Far dearer to me are yonhumble broom bowers Where the blue-bell and gowanlurk, lowly, unseen; For there, lightlytripping, among the wild flowers, A-list'ning

Chorus-This is no my ain lassie, Fair tho, the lassie be; Weel kenI my ainlassie, Kind love is in her e're. I see a form, I see a face, Ye weelmay wi'the fairest place; It wants, to me, the witching grace, The kind love that's in her e'e. This is no my ain, &c. She's