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 Then Jock took Jenny by the band,

And cry'd a feat! and flew a cock,'

And made a bridal upo’ hand,

Now I hae got your Jenny, quo’ Jock.

Now dame, I hae your doughter marry’d,

And tho’ ye mak it ne'er fae teugh,

I’ll let ye wit he’s no micarry'd,

Tis well kend I hae gear enough,

An auld gaud glov’d fell o’er a heugh,

A pade, a peet, a pur, a ock,

Withouten oufen I hae a pleugh;

May that no fair your Jenny? quo' Jock.

A treen trencher, a ram-horn poon,

Twa boots of barkint blaiant leather,

A’ graith that gangs to coble hoon

And a thrawcruik to twine a tether;

Twa crooks that meup amangthe heather,

A pair of branks and a etter-lock

A teugh pure made of a wine's bladder,

To hand your tocher, Jenny quo' Jock.

Good elding for your winter-fire

And a cod o’ caff wad fill a cradle,

A rake of iron to elate the byre,

A duck about the dubs to padle;

The pannel of an auld lade-addle;

And Rob my eem hech me a tock,

Twa luty lips to lick a laddle;

May thir no gain your Jenny quo' Jock.

A pair of hems and brechin? fine,

And without bitts, a bridle-renzie,