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8 Let ithers brag weel o' their gear.

Their land, and their lordlie degree;

I carena for ought but my dear,

For he's ilka thing lordlie to me.

His words are sae sugar d, sae sweet,

His sense drives ilk fear far awa!

I listen, poor fool, and I greet,

Yet how sweet are the tears as they fa!

Dear lassie, he cries wi' a jeer,

Ne'er heed what the auid anes will say,

Tho' we've little to brag o', ne'er fear;

What's gowd to a heart that is wae/

Our laird has baith honours and wealth,

Ye see how he's dwining wi' care,

Now we, though we've naithing but health,

Are cantie and leel evermair.

He ends wi' a kiss and a smile,

Waes me! can I tak it amiss!

My laddie s unpractis'd in guile.

He's free ay to daut and to kiss.

Ye las'ies wha loo to torment

Your wooers wi' fause scorn and pride;

Pay your pranks, I hae gien my consent—

This night I am Jamie's for life.