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An' a' that, an'a' that,
A mare, a foal, an'a' that,
Sax tydie kye, a ca'f forbye,
An' twa pet ewes, an' a' that.
yard, a meadow, lang braid leas,
An' stacks o' corn, an' a' that,
closed weel wi' thorns an' trees,
An' carts, an' cars, an' a' that.
An' a' that, an' a' that,
A plough an' graith, an' a' that,
Gude harrows twa, cock, hens an' a'
An' far mae things than a' that.
Ye heaps o' claise for ilka days,
An' Sundays too, an' a' that,
Ye bills and bonds on lairds o' lands,
An' siller, gowd, an' a' that.
An' a' that, an'a' that,
What think ye, lass, o' a' that,
What want I now, my dainty dow,
But just a wife to a' that?
Now Jenny she laid her lufe in his,
Said she'd tak' him wi' a' that;
d he gied her a sappy kiss,
An' he dauted her, an'a' that.
An' a' that, an' a' that,
They set the day, an' a' that,
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