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For now that I’m young Robie’s bride,
And mistress of his fireside,
My ain house I like to guide,
And please me with the trigging o’t.
Then farewell to my father’s house,
I gang where love invites me;
The strictest duty this allows,
When love with honour meets me,
When Hymen moulds us into ane,
My Robie’s nearer than my kin,
And to refuse him were a sin,
Sae lang’s he kindly treats me.
When I am in my ain house,
True love shall be at hand ay,
To make me still a prudent spouse,
And let my man command ay;
Avoiding ilka cause of strife,
The common pest of married life,
That makes ane wearied of his wife,
And breaks the kindly band ay.
THE WOUNDED HUSSAR.
Alone to the banks of the dark-rolling Danube,
Fair Adelaide hied when the battle was o’er:
(illegible text) whither, she cried, hast thou wandered, my true love,
