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Текст с Bandcamp’а: “A song from the east coast of Scotland concerning the worst case of attempted marriage on record. The male chauvinist Laird or baddie, being in desperate need of a wife/cook/bottle washer approaches the inevitable only daughter or goodie without due courtship/expensive meals/red wine only to be rebuffed and, due no doubt to his chauvinism, left confused and in doubt of the lady’s mental health. The Laird o’ Cockpen he was proud and he’s great But his mind was ta’en up wi’ the things o’ the state He’s wanted a new wife his braw home tae keep But favour wi’ wooin’ was fashous tae seek Doon by the dykeside there’s a lady did dwell It’s at his table heid he was sure she’d look well McLeish’s ae daughter o’ Clavers ha’ lee A penniless lass wi’ a lang pedigree His wig was well pouthered and as good as new His waistcoat was white and his suit it was blue He’s put on a ring and a sword and cocked hat And who could refuse him, the laird, wi’ a’ that? He’s ta’en the grey mare and he’s rade cannily He’s tapped at the yett o’ the Clavers ha’ lee Gae tell mistress Jean tae come speedily ben For she’s wanted tae speak tae the Laird o’ Cockpen And when she cam’ by it’s he bowed fu’ low And what was his errand he soon let her know Amazed was the laird when the lady said naw And we’ a leigh courtsey she turned awa’ Dumfoundered he was but nae sign did he gie He’s mounted his horse and he’s rade cannily And aft times he thinks as he rides through the glen She was daft tae refuse me, the Laird o’ Cockpen from The Old Woman’s Dance, released January 1, 1978 Traditional arr Tannahill Weavers“
