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 O Jennyǃ dunet brek this heart
 * And say we maunet marry yet;

Thou cannot act a jellet's part—
 * Why should we tarry, tarry yet?

Think, lass of a' the pains I feel; I've lyk’d thee lang, nin keens how For thee I'd face the verra deil;
 * Oh say not, we, maun tarry yet!

"A wedded life's oft early bought;
 * I cannot, maunet marry yet.

Ya hae but little—I hae nought,
 * Sae, we a wheyle maun tarty yet.

My heart's your awn, ye needna feat But let us wait anudder year, And live and toil, and screep upgear
 * We munnet, munnet marry yetǃ

'Twas but yestreen, my mudder said.
 * 'O, dawtie dunnet marry yet!

I'll suin ly in my last cauld bed;
 * Tou's a' my comfort—tarry yetǃ

Whene'er steal out of her seet, She sighs an' sobs, an' ought gang reet Whishtǃ—that's her feeble voice—guid neet
 * We munnet marry yet!