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( 7 ) I'm thinkin' ſometime when he's riſing.

To make a bit ſtep to the door.

an' raiſe a wee crack that's entiſing

Perhaps that he kent nae afore

An' O if the Laddie wad tak me.

An' raiſe a bit canty wee rant;

There's naething mair pleaſare wad gi' me.

For that's juſt my unco bit want.

For I'm ripe, &o.

Laſſ I approve o' your plan,

I think that you're wife for to knit,

An' buckle yourſel' to a man,

For kiſſing it now you are fit,

What tho' you've ſilks for to dreſſ you,

An' plenty o'baith roaſt an' raw

Yet you want a bitman for to kiſs you,

An' keep your cauld back frae the wa'.

We'll kiſs, an, cuddle, an'a',

Cuddle, an' kiſs, an'a',

An' once we were buckl'd the gither,

Our joys they ſha' nae be ſmall

To hear how that ither get married,

An' yet fit an'rive at your tow,

I'm ſure it's of life you are weari'd,

With wheel an' it a' is a low!

The pain you endure thro' the night,

It makes you to tumble an' gaunt.

But young Andrew is baith blyth an' able,

An' weell can ſupply your bit want

We'll kiſſ, &c.