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6 When I the case did read, For it was plainly seen Young Roger had done the deed; And if you be free of him, As good-send you may be, If you wed Andrew Carr, You’d never get mair of me.

O mother, when you was young, When you was young and braw, Ye liked the lads as well As ony of us a’; So you may haud your tongue. For you I winna believe, If you was as young again, You would be like the lave.

Coming from the fair, The bonny bucksome loon, He would come home with me, And so the deed was done: So he has done his worst, And you can do no more; And what care I for that, If I get Andrew Carr.

O then says Bessie Blench, There has been muckle to do, For we will a’ be sham’d If he'll no buckle to.