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HIS is no mine ain houſe, I ken by the rigging o't: Since with my love I've changed vows, I dinna like the bigging o't: For now that I'm young Robie's bride, And miſtreſs of his fire-ſide, Mine ain houſe I'll like to guide, And pleaſe me wi' the trigging o't.

Then farewel to my father's houſe, I gang where love invites me: The ſtricteſt duty this allows, When love with honour meets me. When Hymen moulds us into ane, My Robie's nearer than my kin, And to refuſe him were a ſin, Sae lang's he kindly treats me.

When I am in mine ain houſe, True love ſhall be at hand ay, To make me ſtill a prudent ſpouſe, And let my man command ay, Avoiding ilka cauſe of ſtrife, The common peſt of human life, That makes ane wearied of his wife, And breaks the kindly band ay.