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( 4 ) Think on their wild deceitful ways,

Their painted cheeks, and bonny claes;

They’re like a stockin’ fu’ o’ flaes,

That will torment ye a’ your days,

Until the day ye die, man.

For the brawest lasses, aft, I see,

Turns out the greatest daw’s, man;

For when a man and bairns they get,

It’s rags in place o’ braws, man.

But whan a wife ye gang to seek,

Look for ane that’s mild and meek,

Wi’ modesty on ilka cheek,

And then ycuryour [sic] joys will be complete

Until the day ye die, man.

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