This text comes from The Black-Bird Songster, a historical songbook transcribed on Wikisource and reproduced from the pinned revision linked below.
The carle he cam' ewer the craft,
Wi' his beard new-shaven;
He leeked at me as he'd been daft—
The carle trowed that I wad hae him!
Hout awa! I winna hae him!
Na, forsooth, I winna hae him!
For a' his beard's new-shaven,
Ne'er a bit o' me will hae him,
A siller brooch he gae me neist,
To fasten on my curchio noekit;
I wore't a wee upon my breist,
But soon, alako! the tengue o't crookit;
And sao may his; I winna hae him
Na, forseoth, I winna hac him!
Twice-a-bairn's a lassio's jest;
Sae eny feel for me may hae him.
The carle has nae fault but ano;
For he has land and dollars plenty;
Bnt waes me for him, skin and bano
Is no fer a plump lass ef twenty.
Hout awa, I winna hao him!
Na, fersooth, I winna hae him!
What signifies his dirty riggs,
And cash, without a man wi' them?
But sheuld my cankert daddie gar
Me tak him 'gainst my inclination,
I warn the fumbler to bewaro
That antlers dinna clain their station.
Hout awa! I winna hao him!
Na, forsooth, I winna hae him!
I'm fleyod to crack the holy band,
Sae lawty says, I shouldna hae him.