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 He's willin' to mak' me his ain.

an' his ain I'm willin' to be.

He cost me a rekely o' blue,

a pair o' mittens o' green,

An' his price was a kiss o' my mou',

an' I paid him the debt yestreen.

My mither’s ay makin' a phraze

'that I'm lucky young to be wed!"

But lang e'er she counted my days,

o' me she was brought to bed;

Sae mither just settle your tongue,

an dinna be flyting sae baul'

For we can do the thing whan we'er young,

that we canna do weel when we'er auld.

COME here, we’re all jovial and hearty,

as hearty as hearty can be.

No sorrow or care to perplex us,

from trouble we never are free,

Give me the gay fellow in life,

who seldom a dull thought has known,

That would rather kiss any man's wife,

by the ore half, than he'd his own.