could i for shame, could i for shame,
could i for shame refus'd her;
and wadna manhood been to blame,
had i unkindly used her!
he claw'd her wi' the ripplin-kame,
and blae and bluidy bruis'd her;
when sic a husband was frae hame,
what wife but wad excus'd her!
i dighted aye her e'en sae blue,
an' bann'd the cruel randy,
and weel i wat, her willin' mou
was sweet as sugar-candie.
at gloamin-shot, it was i wot,
i lighted on the monday;
but i cam thro' the tyseday's dew,
to wanton willie's brandy.