A Lassie's Wonders

A' kin's o' lads an' men I see,

The youngest an' the auldest—

The fair, the dark—the big, the wee—

The blatest and the bauldest;

An' mony a laughin', canty ane,

An' mony a coxin sly man—

Hech sirs!—'mang a' the lads that rin,

I won'er wha'll be my man!

I won'er whar he is the noo—

I won'er gin he 's near me,

An' whar we'll meet at first, an' hoo,

An' whan he'll come to speer me.

I won'er gin he kens the braes,

The bonnie braes whar I ran—

Was't there he leeved his laddie days?

—I won'er wha'll be my man!

O gudesake! hoo I wish to ken

The man that I'm to marry,

The ane amang sae mony men:—

I wish I kent a fairy,

Or ony body that can see

A far'er gate than I can—

I won'er wha the chiel's to be—

I won'er wha'll be my man!

But losh na! only hear to me,

It's neither wise nor bonnie,

In asking wha the lad may be—

I'll maybe ne'er get ony;

But if for me indeed there's ane,

I think he's but a shy man

To keep me crying late an' sune

"I won'er wha'll be my man!"