Hallow fair (1)/The Contented Lover
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THE CONTENTED LOVER.
lo’e na a laddie but ane
he lo'es na a lassie but me.
He's will'n' to mak me his ain,
an’ his ain I'm willin' to be.
He caft me a rokely o' blue,
a pair o’ mittens o' green,
An' his price was a kiss o’ my mou',
an' ! 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,
hat we canna do weel when we’re auld.