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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=506473" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Last May a Braw Wooer</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Last May a braw wooer cam down the lang glen, <br> And sair wi' his love he did deave me;<br> I said there was naething I hated like men:<br> The deuce gae wi 'm to believe me, believe me,<br> The deuce gae wi 'm to believe me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> He spak o' the darts in my bonie black een,<br> And vow'd for my love he was diein;<br> I said he might die when he liked for Jean:<br> The Lord forgie me for liein, for liein,<br> The Lord forgie me for liein!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> A weel-stocked mailen, himsel for the laird,<br> And marriage aff-hand, were his proffers:<br> I never loot on that I ken'd it, or car'd,<br> But thought I might hae waur offers, waur offers,<br> But thought I might hae waur offers.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> But what wad ye think? in a fortnight or less,<br> (The deil tak his taste to gae near her!)<br> He up the lang loan to my black cousin Bess,<br> Guess ye how, the jad! I could bear her, could bear her<br> Guess ye how, the jad! I could bear her.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> But a' the niest week I fretted wi' care,<br> I gaed to the tryste o' Dalgarnock,<br> And wha but my fine fickle lover was there,<br> I glowr'd as I'd seen a warlock, a warlock.<br> I glowr'd as I'd seen a warlock.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> But owre my left shoulder I gae him a blink,<br> Lest neibors might say I was saucy;<br> My wooer he caper'd as he'd been in drink,<br> And vow'd I was his dear lassie, dear lassie,<br> And vow'd I was his dear lassie.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> I spier'd for my cousin fu' couthy and sweet,<br> Gin she had recover'd her hearin,<br> And how her new shoon fit her auld shachl't feet--<br> But, heavens! how he fell a swearin, a swearin,<br> But, heavens! how he fell a swearin.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> He begg'd, for gudesake, I wad be his wife,<br> Or else I wad kill him wi' sorrow:<br> So e'en to preserve the poor body in life,<br> I think I maun wed him to-morrow, to-morrow,<br> I think I maun wed him to-morrow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+Burns">Robert Burns</a><div class=q>
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 And sair wi' his love he did deave me;
 I said there was naething I hated like men:
 The deuce gae wi 'm to believe me, believe me,
 The deuce gae wi 'm to believe me.

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