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Our laird has baith honours and wealth,
Yet see how he's dwining wi' care;
Now we, tho' we've naething but health,
Are cantie and leal evermair.
Yet see how he's dwining wi' care;
Now we, tho' we've naething but health,
Are cantie and leal evermair.
O Marion! the heart that is true
Has something mair costly than gear;
Ilk e'en it has naething to rue;
Ilk morn it has naething to fear.
Ye warldlings, gae hoard up your store,
And tremble for fear ought ye tyne;
Guard your treasures wi' lock, bar and door,
While here in my arms I lock mine.
Has something mair costly than gear;
Ilk e'en it has naething to rue;
Ilk morn it has naething to fear.
Ye warldlings, gae hoard up your store,
And tremble for fear ought ye tyne;
Guard your treasures wi' lock, bar and door,
While here in my arms I lock mine.
He ends wi' a kiss and a smile—
Waes me! can I tak it amiss!
My laddie's unpractisd in guile,
He's free ay to daut and to kiss!
Ye lassies wha loo to torment
Your wooers wi' fause scorn and strife,
Play your pranks; I hae gien my consent
And this night I am Jamie's for life.
Waes me! can I tak it amiss!
My laddie's unpractisd in guile,
He's free ay to daut and to kiss!
Ye lassies wha loo to torment
Your wooers wi' fause scorn and strife,
Play your pranks; I hae gien my consent
And this night I am Jamie's for life.
FINIS.
