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 How sweet the linnet sing repose,
 * To my Young bride and me, Mary!

oo'd ne'er a laddie but ane,
 * He loo'd ne'er a lassie but me;

e's willing to mak me his ain,
 * And his ain I am willing to be.

e has coft me a rokelay o'blue,
 * And pair of mittens of green;

he price was a kiss of my mou', And I paid him the debt yestreen.

et ither's brag weel o' their gear,
 * Their land, and their lordlie degree;

arena for ought but my dear,
 * For he's ilka thing lordlie to me:

s words are sae sugarid, sae sweet!
 * His sense drives ilk fear far awa!

isten—poor fool! and I greet,
 * Yet how sweet are the tears as they fa'.

ar lassie. he cries wi' a jeer,
 * er heed has the auld anes will say,

o' we've little to brag o'—ne'er fear;
 * What's gowd to a heart that is wae?