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3 I ve bills an' ban's on lairds an' lan's

an' filler, g ud, an' a that;

An' muckle mair than a' that.

An' muckle mair than a' that;

What want I now my bonny dow,

but jut a wife to a' that ?

Now, Jenny dear my errand here.

is to eek you to a that;

My heart's a lowpin' whan I peer

gin ye'll tak me wi a' that?

Myel's my gear' an' a' that:

Myel' my gear, an' a' that:

Come, gi'e's your loof to be a proof

That ye ll tak me wi' a' that.

Syne Jenny lad her nive in his;

aid he'd tak him wi' a' that:

An' he gae her a hearty kis,

an' dauted her, an a' that:

They et the day an a' that.

They et the day an' a' that,

When he'd come hame to be his dame,

an ha'e a rant wi' a' that.

 FAIR JENNY,

OR,

THE NEW WAY OF PEASE STRAE.

HE country wain that tends the plain,

driving the lightome plough,