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 Nought’s to be had at woman’s hand,

Unless ye gie her a‘ the plea:

Then I'll leave aff whare I begun,

And tak my auld cloak about me. 



I’m in love with twenty.

I’m in love with twenty,

And could adore

As many more,

There s nothing like a plenty.

Variety is charming,

Variety is charming,

A constancy

Is not for me,

So ladies take your warning.

For a man in one love,

For a man in one love,

He looks as poor

As any boor,

For a man in one love.

Variety, &e.

Girls grown old and ugly,

Girls grown old and ugly,