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 Oh, how sweet the artless joys

At your ain fireside,

While your gleesome girls and boys

Cheer your ain fireside;

Or can blyther sight be seen,

As they round your board convene,

Fresh and fair as olives green

By your ain fireside?

Would you foree the bitter tear

At your ain fireside,

Frae the heart you vow'd to cheer

At your ain fireside?

Could you see the fading cheek

Still her smother'd grief bespeak,

And afar your pleasure seek,

Frae your ain fireside?

Have you vow'd to train for heaven

At your ain fireside,

Those sweet flow'ries kindly given

To your ain fireside?

Could you see their bloom decline,

While in cold and want they pine,

Or run wild in heart and min',

At your ain fireside?

Would you dread the serpent's fang

At your ain fireside?

Or the deadly adder's stang

At your ain fireside?

Frae the drunkard's drink abstain,

And your sair-won penny hain;

Then will peace and pleasure reign

At your ain fireside.