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.1 loe na a Laddie but ane.
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My mither's ay makin a phraze,
""That I'm lucky young to be wed;
But kmg'ere Qie countit my days,
O'me (he was brought to bed:
Sae mithjer, juft fettle your tongue,
An' dinna be flytin fae bauld ;
For we can do the thing when we're young,
That we canna do weel when we're auld .
Salne Tone .
Let ithers brag weel o' their gear,
Their land, and their lordlie degree;
T carena for ought but my dear,
For he's ilka thing lordlie to me:
His words mair than fugar are fweet!
His fenfe drives ilk fear far awa!
i iiften poor fool! and I greet
Vet oh. how fweet are the tears as theyfal
Dear lafsie, he cries wi' a jeer,
"Ne'er heed what the auld anes will fay;
"Tho weve little to brag o'_neer fear,
"What's gowd to a heart that is wae.
'XDur laird has baith honours and wealth;
"Yet fee! how he's d wining wi' care:
"Now we, tho' we've naithing but health,
"Are cantie and leil evermair.
"O Meniel the heart that is true,
"Has fomething mair coftlie than gear;
"Ilk e'en, it has naithing to rue,
"Ilk morn, it has naithing to fear :
"Ye warldjings! gae, hoard up your {tore,
""And tremble for fear ought ye tyne:
"Guard your treafures wi' lock, bar & dooi
"While thus in my arms I lock : minei"
He ends wi' a kifs and a finile _
Waes me! can I tak it amifs,
When a lad fae unpractis'd in guile
Smiles faftly, and ends wi' a kifs!
Ye lafses wha loo to torment
Your lemans wi'faufe fcorn and ftrife,
Play, your pranks -for I ve gien my confen
And this night I'll tak Jamie for life .