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 4 My father ay tauld me, my mither an'a' Ved mak a gude husband, and keep me ay braw; It's true I loe Jannie, he's young and he's bonnie, But waes me, I ken he has naething ava! I hae little tocher, ye've made a gude offer. I'm now mair than twenty; by time ist but sma'! Sae gie me your plaidie, I'II creep in be- şide yet! I thought ye'd been aulder than three- score and twa! She crap in ayont him, beside the stane wa', Whar Johnnis was list’ning, and heard her tell'a'; The day was appointed! his proud heart it dunted, And strack 'gainst his heart as if burst- ing in twa. He wanderd hame wearie, the night it was drearie,