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11 My aunty Kate sits at her wheel, And sair she light lies me; But weel ken I it's a' envy, For ne'er a jo has she. But let them, &c

My cousin Kate was sair beguild, Wi' Johnny of the glen; And ay sinsyne she cries, beware Of false deluding men. But let them, &c.

Glied Sandy he came west ae night, And spier'd when I' saw Pate; And aye sinsyne the neighbours round, They jeer me air and late. But let them &c.

Now Jenny she's gane down the broom, And it's to meet wit Pate; But what they said, or what they did, 'Tis needless to repeat. But let them, &c.

But they seem'd blythe and weel content, Sae merry may they be; For a constant swain has Pattie prov'd, And nas less kind was she. But let them, &c.

Ye've waited on me my love, Ye've waited on me, Ye've waited lang amang the broom, Now I am bound to thee. But let them, &c.