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But ne’er a wooer came to Kate Dalrymple,
For beauty and toelier wanted Kate Dalrymple;
Neglected was the queen by baith gentle and semple,
A blank in the world seemed Kate Dalrymple.
But mony are the ups and downs of life,
And the diee box of fates turned tapsalteerie,
So Kate fell heiress to a rieh friend’s estate.
And now for a wooer she’s nae cause to weary.
For the squire came a wooing to Kate Dalrymple,
The priest seraping, bowing eame to Kate Dalrymple,
On each lover's face was seen loves smiling dimple,
She's now nae mair Kate but Miss Dalrymple.
Her auld eutty stool that she used at her wheel,
Was flung by for her gilded sofa sae gaudy,
Now she's arrayed in her silk and brocade,
Ind brags о' her muff's and ruff's wi' ony lady.
But still an uneo fash is to Kate Dalrymple,
Was dress and party elash to Kate Dalrymple,
She thought a half marrow in life mair simple,
A far better mateh for Kate Dalrymple.
Its she often thought as she sat by hersel’
She could wed Willie Speediespool the sarken weaver,
And now to the wabster the seeret she does tell,
Who for love or for interest did kindly relieve her.
He flung by his heddles for Kate Dalrymple,
He burned a’ his treddles for Kate Dalrymple ;
Though his right e’e did skellie, and his left leg did
wimple,
