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*Gac- *WH m* your plaidyl sulci Donald gae* wal
*1 fear na the cauld blaft, the drift, nor the f^aw.
*Gae wa wi' ^our plaidyl I'll no lye befide _>e,
*Ye may be my gutchard, auld Donald gae wa.
'\*m ga*en to meet Johnny, he's young and he's bonm,
'He's been at Meg's bridal, fou trig and fou brawl
'O there's nane dance fae lightl}-, fae gracefu' fae tightl\ ,
'His cheek's like the new rofe, his brow's like the fnaw .
"Dear Marion let that flee ftick faf> to the wa,
"Your Jocks but a gowk, and has naething ava,
"The haill o his pack he has now on his back,
"He's thretty, and I'm but threefcore and twa.
"Be frank now and kmdh', I'll bufk you aye- fintl^ ;
*At kirk or at niarket they'll few gang fae braw;
"A biin houft to bid? in, a chaife for to ride in.
And flunkus to tend yc as aft as ^e ca'.
My father's a^- telld me, my mithcr and a,
'Ye'd mak' a gude hufband, and keep me ay br:*w,
'It's true I loo Johnny he's gude and hes bonnj-,
'But waes mel je ken he has naething ava.
'I hae little tocher, ;>ou've made a gude offer,
M'm now mair than twenty, m\- time is. but fma
'Sae gie me j, our plaidie, I'll creep in befide ye,
'r thought je'd been aulder than threefcfSt-e and tw.-K
She crap in a\ont him, befide the ftane wa
Whar Johnn% was lift ning and heard her tell a.
The da\- was appointed, his proud heart it dunted.
And ftrack 'gainft his fide as if burfting in twa. •
He wander'd hame weary, the night it was drearj .
And thowlefs, he tint his gate deep mang the fnaw.
The Howlet was fcreaming, while Johnn\ cried. Women
V\'ad marr\ auld nick if he'd keep^thcm ay bra.
"O the doel's in the lafsesl thej- gang now fae bra,
"The\ 'II I;, -down wi' auld men o' fourfcore and twa,
1 he haill o' their marriage, is gowd and a 'carriage,
'I'lain love is the cauldeft blaft rtow that can blawi
But lo'e them I canna nor marry I winna
*Wi' on\ daft lafsie. tho' fair as a Queen,
TiH love ha'e a fhare o't, the never a'hair ot
Shall gang in my wallet at morning or een!'

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