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Every land has its tin laugh.
Ilk kind of corn has it’s ain hool;
I think the Watfld ia a’ ftth wr*ng,
>)Vhen ilka wife her man wad rule.
Do you not see Kab, Jack a^d Bab,
How they are girdeu gallantly ?
While I sit hurkiin in the ase—
I’ll have a new cloak about me.
Gudeman, I wat ’ti's th*elty years.
Sin’ we diu ane anither ken ;
And we have had, between us twa,
Of lads and bonny lassies ten :
Now they are women grown a:id men,
I wish and pray weed may they be,
Aud if you prove a good husband,
E’en tak your auld dvak about ye.
Bell my vKfe. s>e lo’es fiae strife *,
hut she wad guide the if she can ;
And to maintain an e^ey life
I aft maun yieid, tho’ I’m gudeman,
Nought’s to be won at woman’j hand,
UdIcts ye gie her a* the plea:
Then I’il leave aff where I began,
And tak your auld cloak about ye.
WAP YOUR WEALTH TOGETHER.
O mither dear, t gin to fear,
tho’ I’m baith young and bonny,

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