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Ye youngsters a’ that hear my sang, Gif e’er ye marry, do’t ere lang, For time and care will ding ye wrang. An’ ye’ll grow stiff and sairy.

Just like the auld black man in Beith, The doitet worn out man o’ Beith, The single man that liv’d in Beith, Wha couldna maun to marry.

Ye’re just as daft’s the man o’ Beith, Your staunch auld friend that liv’d in Beith Ye’ll perish like, the man o’ Beith, Wha dee’t ere he could marry.

When ye are auld, gin ye be poor, Your kin will drive you frac their door : Gin ye be rich they’ll use you waur, They’ll never let you marry.

This fate befel the man o' Beith, The poor rich man that liv’d in Beith, A warning to the folk o’ Beith, To gang in time and marry.

THOU’RT GANE AWA.

Thou’rt gane awa, thou’rt gane awa, Thou’rt gane awa frae me, Mary. Nor Friends nor I could make thee stay. Thou'st cheated them and me, Mary.