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 I press’d, carress'd, fu' snug and fu' cheerie,

My love, my dove, to ease a’ my woe;

I lap she spak', I will be your dearie,

And leave my auld mither and Bundle and Go.

Then Johnny enraptured, nae mair did complain,

Nor she her auld mither did heed ony mair,

But blythely they tripp’d o'er the green dewy plain

As blythe as Auroro a' divested of care;

As gay, as May, sae sweet and sae cheerie,

Sae leal. sae weel, to banish each woe

Her pride, His pride; and each others dearie,

Resolv’d wi' the ither to Bundle and Go,

Now contented they live aye beside the haw tree,

And they auld mither's gotten a but and a beni

And Mary the lass wi the blue rolling e'e,

May do what she likes wi her Johnny ye ken;

Thro' life, his wife, fu' snug and fu’ cheerie,

Aye ready, ane steady, to meet weel or woe,

And never, to sever, but each other's dearie,

Till death gies the word for to Bundle and Go.





AS I came in by Auchendown,

A little wee bit frae the town,

Unto the Highlands I was bound,

To view the Haughs of Crumdel.