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I Am a young laſs in my prime, any age it is juſt twenty-one; I think it a very fit time to buckle myſelf to a man I've baith bread and kitchen nae ſcant, I gang i the faſhion fu braw; Yet ſtill I've an unco bit want, that faſhes me mair than them a'.

For I'm ripe, an' ready, an'a', ready, an' ripe, an'a'; I wiſh I may get a bit man, before that my beauty gae wa'.

A' day, as I ſpin wi my mither, an lilt ower myſel' a bit ſang, How Laſſess and Lads gang 'the gither, O firs! but it gars me think lang. In bed I am like to gang crazy; I dream, I row, an' I gawnt, Where I might be lying fu' eaſy, were't met for this unco bit want. For I'm ripe, &c.

Young Andrew comes whiles in the glemin', an draws in a ſtool by my ſide; But he's ay ſae ſteed for a woman, that aften his face he maun hide,