Ned Carnaughan Poem by Robert Anderson

My mudder was teakin her nuin's rest,
My fadder was out at the hay,
When Ned Carnaughan com buncin in,
And luik'd as he'd gotten a flay:
`O, Sib!' says he, `I's duin wi' te;--
`Nay, what, thou blushes and staires!--
`I seed thee last neet wi' bow--hough'd Peat,
`And de'il tek them that cares!'

Says I to Ned, to Ned says I,
`What's aw this fuss about?
`I's soer he's a reet lish country lad,
`And tou's just a parfet lout:
`But whea were liggin i' Barney's croft,
`And lakin like twea hares?
`And whea kiss'd Suke frae lug to lug?
`Wey, de'il tek them that cares!'

Says Ned, says he, `the thimmel gi'e me
`I brong thee frae Branton fair,
`And gi'e back the broach and true--love knot,
`And lock o' my awn reed hair;
`And pay me the tuppence I wan frae thee
`Ae neet at pops and pairs;
`Then e'en tek on wi' whea thou leykes--
The de'il tek them that cares!'

The broach and thimmel I flang at his feace,
The true--love knot i' the fire;
Says I, `tou's nobbet a hawflin bworn--
`Fash me nae mair, I desire;--
`Here, tek thy tuppence, a reape to buy,
`And gi'e thysel nae mair airs;
`But hing as hee as Gilderoy--
`The de'il tek them that cares!'