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 Poor simple youth, I had nae skill, But thought that she was like mysel',
 * For love and unity, man.

But when the fatal knot was tied
 * I found I was betray'd, man,

For she was fill'd wi' nought but strife,
 * And foolish empty pride, man;

I sit as mute as ony sot, Wi' no a word out o' my throat, Till o'er my head the chamber pot In twenty pieces it is broke,
 * And then I'm forc'd to flee, man

And if her wants I can't supply,
 * She'll flee like fire on me, man;

And let the pinch be ne'er so great,
 * She cries aloud for tea, man:

And if I bid her gang to work, She flies at me just like a Turk, Wi' venom she could cut my throat, Or shoot me dead upon the spot,
 * She's fill'd wi' cruelty man.

But, Jamie, when ye wale a wife,
 * Lay beauty a' aside, man,

The pleasures o' a virtuous wife
 * Are beyond a bonny bride, man.

Think on their wild deceitfu' ways, Their painted cheeks and bonny claes,