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It's pain to keep, it's like a boil,
 * it's duty them to clear man.

O hout awa’ wi' pride lassie,
 * O hout awa' wi' pride,

It’s that, that makes young men go by,
 * they’ll no mak you their bride.

So all young men that wants a wife,
 * take warning by their lock man;

Love not a Las's-that casts her head
 * about like a game-cock man

O well I know their eye lassie,
 * O well I know their eye,

They’ll vex a man, and chap his pan,
 * his head they’ll hornsie.

So beware when Maggy Idle comes,
 * a fooling to the fair man.

If you incline she will resign
 * the whole use of her ware man.

And she draw you laddie,
 * and she draw you on,

She’ll burn you wi’ her merry bit,
 * and then you’ll sigh and moan.

REPAR’D to rail, resolv’d to part,
 * when I approach the perjur’d fair,

What is it awes my tim’rous heart?
 * why does my tongue forbear?