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 This warld's wealth, when I think ou't

Its pride and a' the lave o't;

Fie, fie on silly coward man,

That he should be the slave o't;

O why should fate, &ç,

Her een sae bonny blue, betray

How she repays my passion ;

But prudence is her o'erword ay,

She talks o' rank and fashion, &c.

O why should fate, &c.

O wha can prudence think upon,

Wi' sic a lassie by him ?

O wha can prudence think upon,

And sae in love as I am ?

O why should fate, &c.

How blest the simple cotter's fate,

He wo'es his simple deary ;

The silly bogles, wealth and state,

Can never mak me eerie.

Then why should fate, &c.

NOBODY COMIN' TO MARRY ME.

Last night the dog did bark,

And I peep't out to see,

When I saw a lively young spark,

But he was not looking for me.