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He said, my dear, we'll never part,
until the day we die,
And since we're down among the broom,
merry shall we be.
Merry shall we be, &c.

Hold off your hand young man, she said,
and do not use me so,
For little does my father,
or yet my mother know;
And they will wonder in their minds,
what is become of me,
They'll little think I'm in the broom,
talking with thee.Talking, &c.

My daddy is a cankard carle,
he'll no twin wi' his gear:
My minny she's a scolding wife,
hads a' the house a steer;
But let them say, or let them do,
it's a' ane to me:
For he's low down, he's in the broom
that waited on me: Waited on &c.

My aunty Kate sits at her wheel,
and fair she lightlies me;
But weel ken I it's a' envy,
for ne'er a Joe has she. But let, &c.

My cousin Kate was fair beguil'd,
wi' Johnny i' the glen;
And ay sinsyne, she cries, Beware,
of false deluding men, But, &c.