No: 33; variant: 33A
- KEMPY KAYE’s a wooing gane,
Far, far ayont the sea,
And he has met with an auld, auld man,
His gudefaythir to be.
- ‘It’s I’m coming to court your daughter dear,
And some part of your gear:’
‘And by my sooth,’ quoth Bengoleer,
‘She’ll sare a man a wear.
- ‘My dochter she’s a thrifty lass,
She span seven year to me,
And if it were weel counted up,
Full three heire it would be.
- ‘What’s the matter wi you, my fair creature,
You look so pale and wan?
I’m sure you was once the fairest creature
That ever the sun shined on.
- ‘Gae scrape yoursel, and gae scart yoursel,
And mak your brucket face clean,
For the wooers are to be here to nighte,
And your body’s to be seen.’
- Sae they scrapit her, and they scartit her,
Like the face of an aussy pan;
Syne in cam Kempy Kay himself,
A clever and tall young man.
- His teeth they were like tether-sticks,
His nose was three fit lang,
Between his shouthers was ells three,
And tween his eyne a span.
- He led his dochter by the hand,
His dochter ben brought he:
‘O is she not the fairest lass
That’s in great Christendye?’
- Ilka hair intil her head
Was like a heather-cowe,
And ilka louse anunder it
Was like a bruckit ewe.
- She had tauchy teeth and kaily lips,
And wide lugs, fou o hair;
Her pouches fou o peasemeal-daighe
A’ hinging down her spare.
- Ilka eye intil her head
Was like a rotten plumbe,
And down browed was the queyne,
And sairly did she gloom.
- Ilka nail upon her hand
Was like an iron rake,
And ilka tooth intil her head
Was like a tether-stake.
- She gied to him a gravat,
O the auld horse’s sheet,
And he gied her a gay gold ring,
O the auld couple-root.