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 5 And we have had between us twa, Of lads and bonny lasses ten : Now they are women born and men, I wish and pray weel may they be, And if you prove a good husband, E'en tak your auld cloak about ye. Bell my wife, she lo'es nae strife, But she wad guide me if she can ; And to maintain an easy life, I aft maun yield tho' I'm gudeman. Nought's to be wo at woman's hand, Unless ye gie her a the plea: Then I'll leave aff where I began, And tak my auld cloak about me.

THE MID WHO TENDS THE GOATS. Up amang yea cliffy rocks, Sweetly rings the rising echo To the maid who tends the goats, Lilting o'er her native notes. Hark! she sings— Young Sandy's kind, And he's promised aye to lo'e me; Here's a broach I ne'er shall tine, Till he's fairly married to me. Dive away ye drone Time, And bring about our bridal day.