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 7 Three sparrows may dance upo' the floor, and canna come ony mair! to woo,

I hae a mare-that is coal-black, lass gin ye loe me tell me now; I ride on her neck to save her back, and I canna come ilka day to woo.

I hae a cock that craws fou croute,’ lass gin ye loe me tell me now; I hae a cat that will catch a mouse, and I canna come ony mair to woo.

I hae a hen wi’ a happity leg, lass gin ye loe me tell me now, Which ilka day lays me an egg, and I canna come ony mair to woo.

I hae a kebbuck upon the shelf, laa gin ye loe me tell me now, I downa eat it a' 'myself, an I canna come ony mair to woo.

The Answer.

What care I for your herring in fa‘t! laddie I like to tell thee true ; I care nae a fig for your forpet o mat ; fae ye needna come here that way to woo.

As little care I for your houfe i‘ the muir, een that my lad winna bribe me now, Though fifty fouk could dance i the floor, foul fa me gin that would bring me to.