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7 It's a pity ane sae pretty,

Should na do the thing they can.

You, a charming lovely creature

Wherefore wad ye lie ye'r lane!

Beauty's of a fading nature,

Has a season, and is gane

Therefore, while ye're blooming, Katie,

Listen to a loving swain;

Tak a mark by auntie Betty,

Ance the darling o' the men :

She, wi coy and fickle nature

Trifled aff till she's grown auld,

Now she's left by ilke creature :

Let na this othee be tauld.

But my dear and lovely Katie,

This ae thing I hae to tell

I could wish nae man to get ye,

Save it were my very sel.

Tak, me Katie, at my offer.

Or be had and I'll take you:

Wo’s mak nae din about your tocher ;

Marry, Katis, then we'll woo.

Many words are needless, Katie,

Ye're a wanter, ise am I: