Hallow fair/The Contented Lover
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THE CONTENTED LOVER.
I lo'e na a laddie but ane,
he lo'es na a lassie but me;
He's willin' to mak me his ain,
an' his ain I'm willin' to be.
He coft me a rockly o' blue,
a pair o' mittens of green
An' his price was a kiss of my mou',
an' I paid him the debt yestreen.
My mither's ay makin' a phraze,
that I'm luckie young to be wed!
But lang e'er she counted my days,
o' me she was brought to bed.
Sae mither just settle your tongue,
an' dinna be flyting sae bauld,
For we can do the thing when we're young,
that we canna do weel when we're auld.