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 To say that he would lift his han';

For instance there's our neighbour Tam,

He's just as ill as me, man.

But Jamie, when you wale a wife,

Lay beauty all aside, man;

The pleasures of a virtuous wife

Are beyond a bonny bride, man.

Think on their wild deceitful ways,

Their painted cheeks and bonn claes.

They're like a stockin' full of fleas,

That will disturb ye a‘ your days,

Until the day you die, man.

For the brawest lasses aft I see,

Turns out the greatest daws, man;

For when a man and bairns they get,

It's rags in place of braws, man.

But when a wife ye gang to seek,

Look for ane that's mild and meek,

With modesty on ilka cheek,

And then your joys will be complete

Until the day you die, man.





My heart with love is beating,

Transported by those eyes;

Alas! there's no retreating!