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 An’ ye shall gang sae braw, lassie,

At the kirk o’ Birniebouzle,

Wi’ lillet brogues an’ a’, lassie;

Wow but ye’ll be vaunty.

An’ ye shall wear, when ye are wed,

The kirtle and the highland plaid,

An’ sleep upon a heather bed.

Sae cozie and sae canty.

If ye will marry me, laddie,

At the kirk o’ Birniebouzle,

My chiefest aim shall be, laddie,

Ever to content ye.

I’ll beat the line and bear the pail;

And row the boat and spread the sail,

An’ dad the clotters wi’ a flail,

To make our taties dainty.

Then come awa wi’ me, lassie,

To the braes o’ Birniebouzle,

An’ since ye are sae-free, lassie.

Ye never shall repent ye;

For ye shall hae baith tups and ewes.

An gaits and swine, and stots an’ cows,

An’ be the lady o’ my house.

An’ this may weel content ye.

The smiling morn, the breathing spring,

Invite the tuneful birds to sing,

And while they warble from the spray,