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Gin I had a wee hond, andia canty wee
 * fire,

A bonny wee wife to praise and admire, A bonny wee yardie, aside a wee burn, Faraweel to the bodies that yammer and
 * mourn.

Sae bide ye yet, and bide ee yet, Ye little ken what may betide ye yet Some bonny wee body may be my lot, And I'll aye be canty wi' thinking o't.

When I gang afield, and come hame at
 * e'en,

I'll get my wee wife fu' neat & fu' clean, And a bonny wee bairnie upon her knee, That will cry Papa or Daddy to me,
 * And bide ye yet, &c.

And if there should happen ever to be A diff'rence atween my wife and me, In hearty good humour, altho she be
 * teaz'd,

I'll kiss her and clap her, until she be
 * pleas'd.
 * And bide ye yet, &c.

