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 Where I might be lying fu’ easy,

Were’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 after his face he maun hide,

I steer up my temper-string gayly,

An’ whiles a verse I will rant,

Young women you ken maun be wyilie,

To make up that unco bit want.

For a’m ripe, &c.,

I’m thinkin’ sometime when he’s rising,

To make a bit stap to the door,

An' raise a wee crack that’s enticing,

Parhads that he kent nae afore.

An‘ O if the Laddie wad tak me,

An’ raise a bit canty wee rant,

There’s naething mair pleasure wad gi’ me,

For that’s just my unco bit want,

For I'm ripe, &c.





Lass, I approve o’ your plan,

I think that you‘er wife for to kint