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And, thowless, he tint his gate 'mang the deep snaw;
The howlet was screamin', while Johnnie cried, Women
Wad marry auld Nick if he'd keep them ay braw.

O the deil's in the lasses! they gang now sae braw,
They'll lie down wi' auld men o' four-score and twa;
The hale o' their marriage is gowd and a carriage;
Plain love is the cauldest blast now that can blaw.

Auld dotards be wary! tak tent wha ye marry,
Young wives wi' their coaches they'll whup and they'll ca',
Till they meet wi' some Johnnie that's youthfu' and bonnie,
And they'll gie ye a horn on ilk haffit to claw.

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