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 To ſee gin ony young ſpark,

will light and venture but in,

But never a ane comes in,

though mony a ane gaes by,

Syne far ben the houſe I rin:

and a weary wight am I.

When I was at my firſt pray’rs,

I pray'd but anes i' the year,

I wiſh'd for a handſome young lad,

and a lad wi' muckle gear.

When I was at my neiſt pray'rs,

I pray'd but now and than,

I faſh'd na my head about gear,

if I gat a handſome young man.

Now when I was at my laſt pray’rs,

I pray'd on baith night and day,

And, O! if a beggar wad come,

with that ſame beggar I'd gae.

And O! and what'll come o' me!

and O! and what'll I do?

That ſic a braw laſſie as I

ſhou'd die for a woer I trow.



Hen flow’ry meadows deck the year,

and ſporting lambkins play,

When ſpangl'd fields renew'd appear,

and muſic wak'd the day;