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O this is no mine ain house,

I ken by the rigging o’t;

Since wi’ my love I’ve chang’d vows,

I dinna like the bigging o’t:

For now that I’m young Robie’s bride,

And mistress of his fireside,

Mine ain house I like to guide,

And please me wi’ the trigging o’t.

Then farweel to my father’s house,

I gang where love invites me;

The strictest duty this allows

when love with honour meets me.

When Hymen moulds us into ane,

My Robie’s nearer than my kin,

And to refuse him were a sin,

Sae lang’s he kindly treats me.

When I am in mine ain house,

true love shall be at hand ay,

To make me still a prudent spouse,

and let my man command ay;