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 Disasters a' would disappear;

Then begins the jub'lee year.

O hon, &c.





Alas! my son, you little know,

The sorrows that from wedlock flow.

Farewell to ev'ry day of ease,

When you've gotten a wife to please.

Sae bide you yet, and bide you yet,

Ye little ken what's to betide ye yet;

The half o' that will gane you yet,

If a wayward wife obtain you yet.

When I like you was young and free,

I valued not the proudest she;

Like you I vainly boasted then,

That men alone were born to reign.

But bide ye yet, &c.

Great Hercules and Samson too,

Were stronger men than I or you;

Yet they were baffled by their dears,

And felt the distaff and the sheers.

Sae bide ye yet, &c.