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( 7 ) A light parlour, a ſtove to hold

A conſtant fire, from winter's cold,

Where you may ſit, and think, and ſing,

Far off from court, God bleſs the King.

Safe from the harpies of the law,

From party-rage, and great men's paw;

Have a few choice friends of your own caſt;

A wife agreeable and chaſte:

An open, but yet a conſtant mind,

Where guilty cares no entrance find;

Nor miſer's fears, nor envy's fpight,

To break the ſabbath of the night.

Plain equipage, and temperate meals,

Few taylors, and to doctor's bills ;

Content to take as Heaven ſhall pleaſe,

A larger or a ſhorter leaſe.

WAP YOUR WEALTH TOGETHER.

O Mither dear, I'gin to fear,

tho' I'm baith good and bonny,

I winna keep; for in my ſleep,

I ſlart and dream o' Jonny,

CHORUS.

Up ſlairs down ſtairs,

timber ſtairs fear me,

I'm laith to ly a' night my lane,

and Johnny's bed fae near me.

When Johnny then comes down the glen,

to woo me do not hinder,