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 Our laird has baith honours and wealth,
 * Yet see how he's dwining wi' care;

Now we, tho' we've naething but health,
 * Are cantie and leal evermair.

O Marion! the heart that is true
 * Has something mair costly than gear:

Ilk e'en it has naething to rue;
 * Ilk morn it has naething to fear

Ye warldlings, gae hoard up your store,
 * And tremble for fear ought ye tyne;

Guard your treasures wi' lock, bar and door,
 * While here in my arms I lock mine.

He ends wi' a kiss and a smile—
 * Waes me! can I tak it amiss!

My laddie's unpractisd in guile, He's free ay to daut and to kiss!
 * Ye lassies wha loo to torment

Your wooers wi' fause scorn and strife,
 * Play your pranks; I hae gien my consent
 * And this night I am Jamie's for life.