Wi' her cheeks sa red an' rosy, an' een sae bonnie blue
Glancin' entrancin' they pierced me thro' an' thro'
She fairly won my fancy andshe stole awa' ma heart
Drivin' intae Glasgow, in ma sour mulk cairt
Oh I am a kintra chappie, an' I’m servin’ at Polnoon
A wee bit place near Eaglesham, that fine auld fashioned toon
Whaur in the mornin’ early, a wee bit after three
We tak’ the road sae merrily, the auld black horse and me
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The other mornin’ early, as the Borwee I did pass
I happened tae forgaither wi’ a nice wee country lass
Say’s I "ma bonnie lassie, if ye're gangin ower that airt,
Ah’ll drive ye iIltae Glasga iIl ma sour mulk cairt"
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I raised her up beside me, an’ we soon got on the crack
Ant wi' a smile she told me that her name was Maggie Watt
I telt the auld auld story, while the woods around us rang
W i' the whistlin’ o' the mavis and the blackbirds cheery song
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I’ve heard O' Lords an' Ladies makin’ love in shady bowers
An’ how they woo' d an' won amng the roses and the flowers
But I'll ne’er forget the mornin' wee cupid threw his dart
An’ made me pop the question in the sour mulk cairt
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Since the lassie has consented gin next time comes roon
I mean tae but a harness plaid ant a bonnie silken goon
Were settlin’ tae get mairet just aboot next August Fair
When a' oor auld acquaintances we hope tae see them there
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She’d never had a hurl in a carriage a’ her days
An’ so I did propose tae hae a coach an’ pair o’ greys
"Na na" said she, the silliers scarce, ye ken we canna spairt
An’ I’d sooner hae ajoltin' in yer sour mulk cairt
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