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OWN in yonder glen,

there lives old Bessie Blench,

And she had a daughter,

a comely young wench,

Scarce seventeen winters old,

and she was sore afraid,

That she would no husband get,

and be forc’d to die a maid.

O mother I'll have a man,

if there be one to be had;

For there lives Andrew Carr,

a bonny bucksome lad,

He says he likes me well,

and what can I say mair?

O mother, if you think fit

the priest will mak us a pair.

Begone, you muckle gowk,

and a bonny pair you'll be,

For how do you think he can

maintain himself and thee ?

There’s naething between you twa,

but the claes upon your back;

And when you married are,

there’s many a thing you lack.