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Then fareweel to my father’s house,
I gang where love invites me;
The strictest duty this allows,
when love with honour meets me.
When Hymen moulds us into ane,
My Robie’s nearer than my kin.
And to refuse him were a sin,
Sae lang’s he kindly treats me.
When I am in mine ain house,
true love shall be at hand ay,
To make me still a prudent spouse,
and let my man command ay;
Avoiding ilka cause of strife,
The common pest of married life,
That makes ane weary of his wife,
Breaks the kindly band ay.
MY JOCKY’s FAR AWA’.
Now simmer decks the fields wi’ flow’rs,
the trees wi’ leaves ſae green,
And little birds around their bow’rs
