Bliss Carman, et al., eds. The World’s Best Poetry. 1904.
IV. Wooing and WinningThe Laird o Cockpen
Carolina Oliphant, Lady Nairne (17661845)T
His mind is ta’en up with the things o’ the state;
He wanted a wife his braw house to keep,
But favor wi’ wooin’ was fashious to seek.
At his table-head he thought she ’d look well;
M’Clish’s ae daughter o’ Claverse-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’ Claverse-ha’ Lee;
“Gae tell Mistress Jean to come speedily ben:
She ’s wanted to speak wi’ the Laird o’ Cockpen.”
“And what brings the Laird at sic a like time?”
She put aff her apron, and on her silk gown,
Her mutch wi’ red ribbons, and gaed awa’ down.
And what was his errand he soon let her know.
Amazed was the Laird when the lady said, Na,
And wi’ a laigh curtsie she turnèd awa’.
He mounted his mare, and rade cannilie,
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;
“O, for ane I ’ll get better, it ’s waur I ’ll get ten;
I was daft to refuse the Laird o’ Cockpen.”
They were gaun arm and 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 appeared at Cockpen.