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 * had-yo’re tongue, my dochter
 * And ye's get gear enough,

The ftirk that ftands in the teather,
 * And enr bio’ bafin’d yad,

Will carry ye hame ye’re corn,
 * What wad ye be at ye jade.

Woo’d and married,&c.

Out then fpake the bride’s mither,
 * What de'il needs a this pride,

I had nae a plack i’ my pouch,
 * Thar night I was a bride ;

My gown was linfy woolfy,
 * And ne’er a fark ave,
 * And ye hac ribbons and bufkins,
 * Mae then ane or twa.

Woo’d and married &e.

What’s the mater quo’ Willie,
 * fho’ we be fcant o claiths,

W’ll creep the cloffer the either.
 * And we'll fmore a the flies ;

Simmer is coming on.
 * And we’ll get teats o woo'.

And we’ll hae a lafso’ our ain.
 * And we’ll fpin cteafhs a new,

Woo’d and married, &c.

Out then fpake the bride’s brither,
 * As he came in wi’ the kye,

poor Willie had neer a raeny
 * Hid he kent ye as well as I,

For ye’re baith proud and faucy,
 * And nae fit for a poor man's wife,

Gin canna get a far better,
 * I's never take ane I my life,