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bide ye yet.
Gin I had a wee house, and a canty wee fire,
A bonny wee wifie to praise and admire,
A bonny wee yardie, a-side a wee burn,
Fareweel to the bodies that yammer & mourn
Sae bide ye yet, and bide ye yet,
Ye little ken what may betide you yet;
Some bonny wee body may yet be my lot,
And I’ll ay be canty wi’ thinking o’t.
When I gang afield, and come hame at e’en,
I’ll get my wee wifie fu’ neat and fu’ clean,
And a bonny wee bairnie upon her knee,
That will cry Papa or Dady to me.
And bide ye yet, &c.
And if there should happen ever to be
A diffrence a’tween-my wi’ wifie and me,
In hearty good humour, altho’ she be teas’d,
I'll kiss her, and clap her, until she be pleas’d
And bide ye yet, &c.
