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am young Laſſ in my prime,

My age it is juſt twenty one;

I think it a very fit time

To buckle myſelf to a man,

I've baith bread and kitchen nae ſcant,

I gang i' the faſhion fu braw:

Yet ſtill I've an unco bit want,

That faſhes me mair than them a'

For I'm ripe, an' ready an' a',

Ready, an ripe an' a'

I wiſh I may get a bit man,

Before that my beauty gae wa'

A'day as I ſpin wi my mither,

An lilt o'er myfel a bit lang.

How Laſſes an' Lads gang the gither,

O ſirſ but it gars me think lang

In bed I am like to gang crazy

I dream, I row, an' I gaunt,

Where I might be lying si eaſy,

Weren't no for this unco bit want,

For I'm ripe, &c

Young Andrew comes whiles in the glomin

An' draws in a ſtool by my ſide,

But he's ay ſae fleed for a woman,

That aften his face be maun hide,

I ſteer up my temper-ſtring gayly.

An' while a bit verſe I will rant,

Young women you ken to be wyllie,

mak up that unco bit want.

For a'm ripe, &c