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 The aged man that liv'd in Beith,

The dirty man that liv'd in Beith,

The black auld man that wenn'd in Beith,

Saw nae relief but marry.

He promised cash he hecht her braws,

Himsel an' a' within his was

Nae bittin horse nor empty sta's,

but brimfu cups to carry.

The loving man that lived in Beith

The amorous man hat dwelt in Beith,

The frank auld man that dwalt in Beith,

wad gie his all an marry.

But ah, the road to her was lang

The man was frail an‘ cou‘dna gang;

His kin said things war, a gaun wrang-

The auld fool wad them herry.

The frail auld man that liv d in Beith;

The cross‘d auld chap that liv‘d in Beith,

The vex d auld man that dwall‘t in Beith,

They wadna let him marry.

They watch‘d him closely out and in

Said he was daft--they wad him bin

The frail auld Beith man didna win

To court his winsome deary.