“and ye sail walk in silk attire, And siller hae to spare, Gin ye ’ll consent to be his bride, Nor think o’ Donald mair.” O, wha wad buy a silken goun Wi’ a puir broken heart? Or what ’s to me a siller croun Gin frae my love I part? The mind whose meanest wish is pure Far dearest is to me, And ere I ’m forced to break my faith, I ’ll lay me doun an’ dee. For I hae vowed a virgin’s vow My lover’s fate to share, An’ he has gi’en to me his heart, And what can man do mair? His mind and manners won my heart: He gratefu’ took the gift; And did I wish to seek it back, It wad be waur than theft. The langest life can ne’er repay The love he bears to me, And ere I ’m forced to break my faith, I ’ll lay me doun an’ dee.
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IV. Wooing and Winning