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 Her spirit came unto him,

saying young man revive,

For I ne’er was ordain’d

to be your wedded wife.





AM a 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 lilts o’er to mysel, a bit sang

How Lasses an’ Lads gang the gither,

O sirs but it gars me think lang,

In bed I am like to gang crazy;

I dram, I row, an' I gaunt,