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How sweet the linnet sing repose,
To my Young bride and me, Mary!
To my Young bride and me, Mary!
I LOO'D NE'ER A LADDIE BUT ANE.
⟨I⟩ loo'd ne'er a laddie but ane,
He loo'd ne'er a lassie but me;
⟨He's⟩ willing to mak me his ain,
And his ain I am willing to be.
⟨He⟩ has coft me a rokelay o' blue,
And a pair o' mittens o' green;
⟨The⟩ price was a kiss o' my mou',
And I paid him the debt yestreen.
He loo'd ne'er a lassie but me;
⟨He's⟩ willing to mak me his ain,
And his ain I am willing to be.
⟨He⟩ has coft me a rokelay o' blue,
And a pair o' mittens o' green;
⟨The⟩ price was a kiss o' my mou',
And I paid him the debt yestreen.
⟨Let⟩ ither's brag weel o' their gear,
Their land, and their lordlie degree;
⟨I carena⟩ for ought but my dear,
For he's ilka thing lordlie to me:
⟨His⟩ words are sae sugar'd, sae sweet!
His sense drives ilk fear far awa!
⟨I listen⟩—poor fool! and I greet,
Yet how sweet are the tears as they fa'.
Their land, and their lordlie degree;
⟨I carena⟩ for ought but my dear,
For he's ilka thing lordlie to me:
⟨His⟩ words are sae sugar'd, sae sweet!
His sense drives ilk fear far awa!
⟨I listen⟩—poor fool! and I greet,
Yet how sweet are the tears as they fa'.
⟨Dear⟩ lassie. he cries wi' a jeer,
⟨Ne'er⟩ heed what the auld anes will say,
⟨Tho'⟩ we've little to brag o'—ne'er fear;
What's gowd to a heart that is wae?
⟨Ne'er⟩ heed what the auld anes will say,
⟨Tho'⟩ we've little to brag o'—ne'er fear;
What's gowd to a heart that is wae?
