The Ew-Bughts Marion. A Scottish Song.

Will ze gae to the ew-bughts, Marion,
And wear in the sheip wi’ mee?
The sun shines sweit, my Marion,
But nae half sae sweit as thee.
O Marion’s a bonnie lass,
And the blyth blinks in her ee;
And fain wad I marrie Marion,
Gin Marion wad marrie mee.

Theire’s gowd in zour garters, Marion;
And siller on zour white haussbane;
Fou faine wad I kisse my Marion
At eene quhan I cum hame.
Theire’s braw lads in Earnslaw, Marion,
Quha gape and glowr wi’ their ee
At kirk, quhan they see my Marion;
Bot nane of them lues like mee.

Ive nine milk-ews, my Marion,
A cow and a brawney quay;
Ise gie tham au to my Marion,
Just on her bridal day.
And zees get a grein sey apron,
And waistcote o’ London broun,
And wow bot ze will be vaporing
Quhanier ze gang to the toun.

Ime yong and stout, my Marion,
None dance lik mee on the greine;
And gin ze forsak me, Marion,
Ise een gae draw up wi’ Jeane.
Sae put on zour pearlins, Marion,
And kirtle oth’ cramasie,
And sune as my chin has nae haire on,
I sall cum west and see zee.