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 Soon he led her to the church,

The beauteous Mrs Flinn,

Who a walnut could have crack'd

‘Twixt her lovely nose and chin,

With her winks, &c.

A twelvemonth scarce had pass'd

When he laid her under ground,

Soon he threw the onion from his eyes,

And touch'd ten thousand pound.

With her winks, &c.,

Gin I had a wee house, and a canty wee fire,

A bonny wee wifie to praise and admire,

A bonny wee yardie, a-side a wee burn,

Fareweel to the bodies that yammer & mourn

Sae bide ye yet, and bide ye yet,

Ye little ken what may betide you yet ;

Some bonny wee body may yet be my lot,

And I’ll ay be canty wi' thinking o’t.

When I gang afield, and come hame at e’en,

I’ll get my wee wifie fu’ neat and fu’ clean,

And a bonny wee bairnie upon her knee,

That wall cry Papa or Dady to me,

And bide ye yet, &c.