Sawney is a Bonny Lad, Z. 412

Sawney is a bonny, bonny lad
But Sawney kens it well
And Sawney might a boon have had
But Sawney loves to tell
He weens that I mun love him soon
Gin lovers now are rare
But I'd as leif have none, as one
Whom twenty, twenty share

When anent your love you come
Ah! Sawney, were you true?
What though I seem to frown and gloom
I ne'er cou'd gang from you
Yet still me tongue, do what I can
With mickle woe denies
Wa's me, when once we like a man
It boots not to be wise