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4 He's ay a penny in his purse,

For dinner or for supper,

And gin she please a gude fat cheese,

And lumps o' yellow butter.

When Jamie first did woo me,

I spier'd what was his calling;

Fair maid, says he O come and see,

Ye're welcome to my dwalling;

Tho' I was shy yet I cou'd spy

The truth o' what he told me,

And that his house was warm and couth,

And room enough to hold me.

Behint the door a bag o' meal,

And in the kist was plenty,

Of good hard cakes his mither bakes,

And bannocks were na scanty;

A good fat sow, a sleeky cow,

Was standing in the byre;

While lazy puss with meally mouse,

Was playing at the fire.

Good signs are these my mither says,

And bids me tak the miller;

For foul day and fair day

He's ay bringing till her;