The False One

1

O dinna paint her looks to me
I canna bear to hear it
The last war faus, as faus can be
And now I dinna fear it
The last war faus to me laddie
As thine war faus to thee
I want na'more to grie' laddie
Sae let the hizze be.

2

When e'er they tauk'd o' what she war
She tossed her head so high
And to mak the matter waur laddie
She turn'd her nose awry —
When she war proved a whare laddie
She drop't her head fu'low
And I knew more than they could tell
So I let the hizzey gae.

3

I guess'd it lang, and thought it lang
Till a' the guess went by
The poet danged her in a sang
And still she wa' fu' high
But sin' I faund the hizzey's ways
She dinna luik at me
As red as madder in the braes
She burned my face to see.
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