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Rh Our pan exchanged for a guid muckle pat And somehow or ither we aye had to gie them Our laddies grew up and they wrought wi’ mysel, Ilk ane gat as buirdly and stout as a miller, Our lasses they keepit us trig aye and hale. And now we can count a bit trifle o‘ siller.

But I and my Jenny are baith wearin’ down And our lads and our lasses hae a’ gotten married. Yet see we can rank wi’ the best i’ the town Though our noddles we never too paightily carried. And mark me— I've now got a braw cockit hat And in our civic building am reckoned a piller Is na that a bit honour for ane to get at, Wha married for love and wha wrought for siller