I said there was naething I hated like men--
The deuce gae wi'm to believe me, believe me, [go with him]
The deuce gae wi'm to believe me.

He spak o' the darts in my bonnie black een,
And vow'd for my love he was dying;
I said he might die when he liked for Jean:
The Lord forgie me for lying, for lying.
The Lord forgie me for lying!

A weel-stockèd mailen, himsel' for the laird, [farm]
And marriage aff-hand, were his proffers:
I never loot on that I kend it, or car'd; [admitted]
But thought I might hae waur offers, waur offers, [worse]
But thought I might hae waur offers.

But what wad ye think? In a fortnight or less,
The deil tak his taste to gae near her! [devil]
He up the lang loan to my black cousin Bess, [lane]
Guess ye how, the jad! I could bear her, could bear her,
Guess ye how, the jad! I could bear her.

But a' the niest week as I petted wi' care, [next, fretted]
I gaed to the tryst o' Dalgarnock; [fair]
And wha but my fine fickle lover was there?
I glowr'd as I'd seen a warlock, a warlock, [stared, wizard]
I glowr'd as I'd seen a warlock.

But owre my left shouther I gae him a blink, [shoulder, gave, glance]
Lest neebors might say I was saucy;