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My father ay tauld me, my mither an' a',
Ye'd mak a gude husband, and keep me ay braw;
It's true I loe Jonnie, he's young and he's bonnie,
But waes me, I ken he has naething ava!
Ye'd mak a gude husband, and keep me ay braw;
It's true I loe Jonnie, he's young and he's bonnie,
But waes me, I ken he has naething ava!
I hae little tocher, ye've made a gude offer;
I'm now mair than twenty; my time is but sma'!
Sae gie me your plaidie, I'll creep in beside ye,
I thought ye'd been aulder than three-score and twa!
I'm now mair than twenty; my time is but sma'!
Sae gie me your plaidie, I'll creep in beside ye,
I thought ye'd been aulder than three-score and twa!
She crap in ayont him, beside the stane wa',
Whar Johnnis was list'ning, and heard her tell a';
The day was appointed! his proud heart it dunted,
And strack 'gainst his heart as if bursting in twa.
Whar Johnnis was list'ning, and heard her tell a';
The day was appointed! his proud heart it dunted,
And strack 'gainst his heart as if bursting in twa.
He wander'd hame wearie, the night it was drearie,
