This is not strictly a Love Poem, but all’s well in the end !
I am submitting this traditional song in memory of an old friend who died recently – Bill Deans.
‘’Weelam’’ gave me the book of Cornkisters in 1954 and it has been loved and treasured ever since. We had many a sing song together.

I Maun Gang Tae The Garret.
Traditional.

My mither has three butter platies,
Platies ? Aye, platies,
My mither has three butter platies,
And she’s nae ither dochters but me.

Chorus:
But I maun gang tae the garret,
The garret ? Aye, the garret,
I maun gang tae the garret,
For there’s nae bonnie laddie for me.

My faither’s a wee white horsie,
Horsie? Aye a horsie.
My faither’s a wee white horsie,
And nae ither dochters but me.

Chorus.

My mither has forty white shillings
Shillings? Aye Shillings,
My mither has forty white shillings,
And nae ither dochters but me.

Chorus.

But doon in yon howe there’s a miller,
A miller? Aye a miller,
But doon in yon howe there’s a miller
And he often comes and courts me.

Chorus.

So noo I’m gaun tae be mairret,
Mairret? Aye mairret;
So noo I’m gaun tae be mairret,
And the garret will nae be for me.