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5 And Phœbus retiring, trips home with delight, To our neat little cottage that stands in the moor.

Our meals are but homely, mirth sweetens the cheer. Affection’s our inmate, the guest we adore; And hearts ease and health make a palace appear, Of our neat little cottage that stands in the moor.

Gin a body meet a body, Comin’ through the rye, Gin a body kiss a body, Need a body cry.

Ilka body has a body, Ne’er a ane ha‘e I; But a’ the lads they lo’e me weel, And what the waur am I.

Gin a body meet a body, Comin' frae the town, Gin a body kiss a body, Need a body gloom. Ilka body &c.