The Laird O Cockpen

The Laird o' Cockpen he was proud and he's great
But his mind was ta'en up wi' the things o' the state
He's wanted a new wife his braw home tae keep
But favour wi' wooin' was fashous tae seek

Doon by the dykeside there's a lady did dwell
It's at his table heid he was sure she'd look well
McLeish's ae daughter o' Clavers ha' lee
A penniless lass wi' a lang pedigree

His wig was well pouthered and as good as new
His waistcoat was white and his suit it was blue
He's put on a ring and a sword and cocked hat
And who could refuse him, the laird, wi' a' that?

He's ta'en the grey mare and he's rade cannily
He's tapped at the yett o' the Clavers ha' lee
Gae tell mistress Jean tae come speedily ben
For she's wanted tae speak tae the Laird o' Cockpen

And when she cam' by it's he bowed fu' low
And what was his errand he soon let her know
Amazed was the laird when the lady said naw
And we' a leigh courtsey she turned awa'

Dumfoundered he was but nae sign did he gie
He's mounted his horse and he's rade cannily
And aft times he thinks as he rides through the glen
She was daft tae refuse me, the Laird o' Cockpen