The Poetical Works of Miss Susanna Blamire.

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Blamire, Susanna, 1747-1794

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Edinburgh,: John Menzies ... [also] R. Tyas, London; D. Robertson, Glasgow; and C. Thurnam, Carlisle

1842

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"The Poetical Works of Miss Susanna Blamire." In the digital collection British Women Romantic Poets. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/BlamSPoeti. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed April 28, 2024.

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THE AULD CARLE WAD TAK ME FAIN.

                      
                        THE auld carle wad tak me fain,
                      
                        And trou's my dad will gar me hae him;
                      
                        But troth he'll find himsel mista'en,­
                      
                        When wrang is't duty to obey him ?
                      
                        I telt him but the other night
                      
                        How sweer I was to cross his passion;
                      
                        That age and youth had different sight,
                      
                        And saw things in another fashion.

                      
                        Quo' he, now Meg, it canna be
                      
                        But that ye think the carle handsome;
                      
                        He's younger by a year than me,
                      
                        And goud has for a kingdom's ransom.
                      
                        Come, tak advice and be his wife,
                      
                        'Tis fine to be an auld man's deary;
                      
                        I's warrant ye'll lead a happy life,
                      
                        And aye be mistress, never fear ye.

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                        My mither then laid by her wheel,
                      
                        And said, Dear Joe, why will ye tease her ?
                      
                        I ken ye lo'e our lassie weel,
                      
                        For a' your joy has been to please her.
                      
                        Nay, come now, think upo' the time,
                      
                        When ye were just o' the same fancy,
                      
                        When I was young and i' my prime,
                      
                        Ye cried­Ne'er tak an auld man, Nancy.

                      
                        Then father like a tempest rose,
                      
                        And swore the carle should be the man;
                      
                        That wives were certain to oppose,
                      
                        Whatever was the husband's plan:
                      
                        But Monday, Miss, shall be the day;
                      
                        And, hark ye, gin ye dare refuse me,
                      
                        One shilling never shall ye hae,
                      
                        Practise what arts ye like t' abuse me.

                      
                        To lo'e the carle that is sae auld,
                      
                        Alak ! it is na i' my nature;
                      
                        Save but three hairs he wad be bald,
                      
                        And wears nae wig to look the better:
                      
                        The staff he's used this twenty year
                      
                        I saw him burn it i' the fire;
                      
                        Sae young the gowk tries to appear,
                      
                        And fain wad mak ilk wrinkle liar.

My Sandy has na muckle gear, But then he has an air sae genty;

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                        He's aye sae canty, ye wad swear
                      
                        That he had goud and siller plenty.
                      
                        He says he cares na for my wealth;
                      
                        And though we get nought frae my daddie,
                      
                        He'll cater for me while he's health,­
                      
                        Goodnight-I'm off then wi' my laddie.

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