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( 5 ) Tis no 'caue her cheeks are like roes,

nor yet for her dark rollin' e'e,

'Tis no for her weet comely features,

thee charms are naething to me

The torms o life may oon blat them,

or icknes make them fade away;

But virtue, when fix'd in the boom,

will flourih, and never decay.

Nae langer I'll pend a' my ister,

nae langer I'll now ly my land,

Nae langer I'll hunt after hizzies,

I'll oon ha'e a wife o' my ain

For mony wild foot I ha'e wander'd,

and mony lang night pent in vain,

Wi' drinkin' and dancin', and courtin',

but I'll oon ha'e a wife o' my ain.

Her mither's ay flytin' and roarin',

I rede you tak' tent o' that chiel;

He'll no be that canny to live wi',

he'll ne'er be like doue Geordy Steel,

He's courted wi' o'er mony laes,

to light them he thinks it gude fun;

He'll mak' but a ober ha'f-marrow,

ye'll bet rue before ye be bound.