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 10 Ye Hifar'd eankar'd earlie, Ye said ye loved me dearly, Ye've now made me a fairlie, When I've left Aberdeen. But since you're like me to beguila I'll sleep wi' kind young knappie still, Milbowie whisper'd with a smile, Ye saana lie your leen; Says William Low whattraiks sirs? Indeed you're worth your paiks sirs, Ye'll gie auld James the glaiks sirs Whan a'thir days are deen. The bride's maiden, that modest bird, Cries mak a shaekdown on the yird, Altho' we want a legiu gird, It's neither sin nor shame; The bed will had us a, syne, And I'se lie next the wa' syne, The man betwixt us twa syne, And that's a better scheme. Some said, it's better to refrain, The bridegroom winna ken luis air, James Adam saye, a d--be fain, They'll had the earlie Warm; The company withdraw now, And there instead of twa now, Got in without a flaw now. And thought it was nae barm. Next morning being stormy still, To venkire out they hadna will. To bide at hame was be ter still, Than wade up to the clift; The bride's now into biggit wa's, Ben in the nook wi' a' her braws, Therefore they thought there waone