William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Georgian Verse. 1909.
The Laird o CockpenCarolina Oliphant, Lady Nairne (17661845)
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His mind is ta’en up wi’ things o’ the State:
He wanted a wife, his braw house to keep;
But favour wi’ wooin’ was fashious to seek.
At his table-head he thought she’d look well—
McClish’s ae daughter o’ Clavers-ha’ Lee,
A penniless lass wi’ a lang pedigree.
His waistcoat was white, his coat it was blue;
He put on a ring, a sword, and cocked hat,—
And wha could refuse the Laird wi’ a’ that!
And rapped at the yett o’ Clavers-ha’ Lee:
‘Gae tell Mistress Jean to come speedily ben,—
She’s wanted to speak to the Laird o’ Cockpen.’
‘And what brings the Laird at sic a like time?’
She put aff her apron and on her silk goun,
Her mutch wi’ red ribbons, and gaed awa’ doun.
And what was his errand he soon let her know.
Amazed was the Laird when the lady said ‘Na’,
And wi’ a laigh curtsey she turn’d awa’.
He mounted his mare, and rade cannily;
And aften he thought as he gaed through the glen,
‘She’s daft to refuse the Laird o’ Cockpen!’
Mistress Jean she reflected on what she had said;
‘Oh, for ane I’ll get better its waur I’ll get ten,
I was daft to refuse the Laird o’ Cockpen.’
They were gaun arm-in-arm to the kirk on the green;
Now she sits in the ha’ like a weel-tappit hen,
But as yet there’s nae chickens appear’d at Cockpen.