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 A cosey house, and cantie wife,

Keeps ay a body cheerly;

And pantry stow'd wi' meal and maut,

It answers unco rarely.

But up in the morning, na, na, na,

Up in the morning early;

The gowans maun glent on bank and brae,

When I rise in the morning early. 



From the white blossom'd sloe dear Chloe requested,

A sprig her fair breast to adorn:

No, by heaven! I exclaim'd, may I perish,

If ever I plant in that bosom a thorn.

Then I show'd her a ring, and implor'd her to marry,

She blush'd like the dawning of morn;

Yes, I'll consent, she reply'd, if you'll promise,

That no jealous rival shall laugh me to scorn.

No, by heaven! &c.