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 Thou ne’er gie’d a peep nor a grum’le,

While I did supply your bit want.

We’ll kiss, &c,

At e’en when I rise to gang hame,

Were ye to give me a convoy,

As sure as young Andrew’s my name,

In love we’ll each other enjoy,

Then Lassie I'll ay be thy ain,

Of me you may loftily vaunt;

I’ll ease thee o’ thy grief an’ pain,

An’ always supply thy bit want.!

We’ll kiss, &c:

Wi’ joy it’s she bang’d out her han‘,

Your offer, dearl ove, I accept;

I vow that young Andrew’s the man,

I always will daut like a pet.

Then joys of joys I’ll taste,

For which I’ve gien mony a gaunt;

By young Andrew it’s how I’m embrac’d

An' weel he supplies my bit want.

We’ll kiss &c.

