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O MEIKLE thinks my luve o' my beauty,

And meikle thinks my luve o' my kin; But little thinks my luye I ken brawlie,

My tocher's the jewel has charms for him. It's a' for the apple he'll nourish the tree ;

It's a' for the hiney he'll cherish the bee, My laddie's sae meikle in luve wi' the siller, He can na hae luve to


for me.

Your proffer a' luve's an airle-penny,

My tocher's the bargain ye wad buy ; But an ye be crafty, I am cunnin, Sae ye wi' anither your

fortune maun try.

Ye're Ye're like to the timmer o'yon rotten wood,

Ye're like to the bark o'yon rotten tree, Ye'll slip frae me like a knotless thread,

And ye'll crack your credit wi' mae nor me.

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GANE is the day and mirk's the night,
But we'll ne'er stray for faute o' light,

For ale and brandy's stars and moon, · And blude red wine's the rysin sun.

Then guidwife count the lawin, the lawin, the lawin, Tben guidwife count the lawin, and bring a coggie mair.

There's wealth and ease for gentlemen,
And semple-folk maun fecht and fen ;
But here we're a' in ae accord,
For ilka man that's drunk's a lord.

Then guidwife count, &c.

My coggie is a haly pool,
That heals the wounds o' care and dool;
And pleasure is a wanton trout,

ye drink it a' ye'll find him out.
Then guidwife count, &c,


What can a young Lassie do wi' an auld Man.

WHAT can a young lassie, what shall a young

lassie, What can a young lassie do wi' an auld man? Bad luck on the pennie that tempted my minnie To sell her poor Jenny for siller an lan'!

Bad luck on the pennie. &c.

He's always compleenin frae mornin to e'enin,

He hosts and he hirples the weary day lang ; He's doyl’t and he's dozin, his blude it is frozen,

O, dreary's the night wi' a crazy auld man !

He hums and he hankers, he frets and he cankers,

I never can please him, do a' that I can; He's peevish, and jealous of a' the

, O, dool on the day I met wi' an auld man !

young fellows,


My auld auntie Katie upon me takes pity,

I'll do my endeavour to follow her plan ; I'll cross him, and wrack him untill I heart-break him,

And then his auld brass will buy me a new pan.


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