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212 SONGS OF SCOTLAND.
DAUGHTER.
Haud your tongue, mother, and let that abee
For his eild 1 and my eild can never agree :
They '11 never agree, and that will be seen ;
For he is fourscore, and I 'm but fifteen.
MOTHER.
Haud your tongue, dochter, and lay by your pride,
For he is the bridegroom, and ye 'se be the bride ;
[Ye '11 hae a bein house and right little to do],
Auld Rob Morris is the man ye maun lo'e.
DAUGHTER.
Auld Rob Morris, I ken him fu' weel,
His back sticks out like ony peat-creel ;
He 's out-shinn'd, in-kneed, and ringle-eyed too :
Auld Rob Morris is the man I '11 ne'er lo'e.
Though auld Rob Morris be an elderly man,
Yet his auld brass will buy you a new pan ; 2
Then, dochter, ye should na be sae ill to shoe,
For auld Rob Morris is the man ye maun lo'e.
DAUGHTER.
But auld Rob Morris I never will hae,
His back is so stiff, and his beard is grown gray ;
I had rather die than live wi' him a year ;
Sae mair o' Rob Morris I never will hear.
1 Age. 2 This expression has become proverbial in Scotland.