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 All you that know what to love belong,

Now you have heard my mournful song,

Be true to one whatever you mind

And dont delude poor woman-kind.





The eThere [sic] was a wee bit wifukie,

and she gade till a fair,

She got a wee bit drapuke

that cost her meikle care;

It gade about the wife’s heart,

en' she was like to spew.

An’ O! quo' the wee bit wifukie,

I wish I be nae fu'.

If Johny see me barley-icksick [sic],

I doubt he’ll claw my skin,

I'll tak a wee bit napuckie,

before that I gae in :

She lyin' down at a dyke-side,

takin’ a wee bit nap :

By came a paukie packman,

wi' a wee bit pack.

He clippet a the wife's locks,

that gowden were and lang!