Upon ane stormy Sunday,
        Coming adoon the lane,
    Were a score of bonnie lassies,
        And the sweetest I maintain
            Was Caddie,
    That I took unneath my plaidie,
        To shield her from the rain.

    She said that the daisies blushed
        For the kiss that I had ta'en;
    I wadna hae thought the lassie
        Wad sae of a kiss complain:
            "Now, laddie!
    I winna stay under your plaidie,
        If I gang hame in the rain!"

    But, on an after Sunday,
        When cloud there was not ane,
    This selfsame winsome lassie
        (We chanced to meet in the lane),
            Said, "Laddie,
    Why dinna ye wear your plaidie?
        Wha kens but it may rain?"

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