I WISH I ken'd my Maggie's mind,
If she's for me or Tammy ;
To me she is but passing kind,
She's caulder still to Tammy.
And yet she lo'es me no that ill,
If I believe her granny;
O sure she must be wond'rous nice
If she'll no hae me or Tammy.
I've spier'd her ance, I've spier'd
And still she says she canna;
I'll try her again, and that maks thrice,
And thrice, they say, is canny.
Wi' him she'll hae a chaise and pair,
Wi' me she'll hae shanks-naggie;
He's auld and black,
I'm young and fair,
She'll surely ne'er tak Tammy.
But if she's a fule, and lightlies
I'se e'en draw up wi' Nancy;
There's as gude fish into the sea
As e'er cam out, I fancy.
And though I say't that shou'dna say't,
I'm ower gude a match for Maggie;
Sae mak up your mind without delay,
Are ye for me, or Tammy?