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5 And frae ony eelift I’m free; I’m weel enough boarded and bedded What a' the laases at me.

My bughts of good store are no scanty My byres are well stocked wi' kye. Oi meal i my girnels is plenty; An' twa or three easenaents forby. An' horse to ride out when they're weary, An' cock with the best they can see, An' then be ca'd dawty and deary, I fairly what ails them at me.

Behind backs, before fouk I've woo'd them. And a' the gates o’t that hen And when they laugh o' my trow'd them, And thought I had won but what then, When I speak of matters they grumble, Nor are condescending, and froe, But at my proposals ay stumble, I wonder what ails them at me.

I ve try'd haith highland and lowland Where I a good bargain adbid see, But name o' them and I wod fall to Or say they wad buckle wi' me With looks an' wi' scraps I've address'd them Been with them both modest and free.