There's a Youth in this City

There's a youth in this city, it were a great pity,That he from our lasses should wander awa;For he's bonie and braw, weel favour'd witha',And his hair has a natural buckle and a'.His coat is the hue of his bonnet sae blue ;His fecket is white as the new-driven snaw;His hose they are blae, and his shoon like the slae,And his clear siller buckles they dazzle us a'.His coat is the hue, &c.

For beauty and fortune the laddie's been courtin;Weel-featur'd, weel-tocher'd, weel-mounted and braw;But chiefly the siller, that gars him gang till her,The pennie's the jewel that beautifies a'.There's Meg wi' the mailin, that fain wad a haen him,And Susy whase daddy was Laird o' the ha';There's lang-tocher'd Nancy maist fetters his fancy,—But the laddie's dear sel he lo'es dearest of a'.