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THE UNCO BIT WANT.
I am a young Lass in my prime,
my age it is just twenty-one;
I think it a very fit time
to buckle myself to a man:
I've baith bread and kitchen nae scent,
I gang i' the fashion su' braw;
Yet still I've an unco bit want,
that fashes me mair than them a'.
my age it is just twenty-one;
I think it a very fit time
to buckle myself to a man:
I've baith bread and kitchen nae scent,
I gang i' the fashion su' braw;
Yet still I've an unco bit want,
that fashes me mair than them a'.
CHORUS.
For I'm ripe, an' ready, an' a',
ready, an' ripe, an' a';
I wish I may get a bit mau,
before that my beauty gae wa'.
A' day as I spin wi' my mither,
and lilt over mysel' a bit sang,
How Lasses an' Lads gang thegither,
O fils but it gars me think lang!
In bed I am like to gang crazy,
I dream, I row an' I gawnt,
Where I might be lying su' easy,
were't no for this unco bit want.
For I'm ripe, &c.
For I'm ripe, an' ready, an' a',
ready, an' ripe, an' a';
I wish I may get a bit mau,
before that my beauty gae wa'.
A' day as I spin wi' my mither,
and lilt over mysel' a bit sang,
How Lasses an' Lads gang thegither,
O fils but it gars me think lang!
In bed I am like to gang crazy,
I dream, I row an' I gawnt,
Where I might be lying su' easy,
were't no for this unco bit want.
For I'm ripe, &c.
Young Andrew comes whiles in the glomin',
an' draws in a stool by my side,
But he's ay sae flead for a woman,
that aften his face he maun hide:
an' draws in a stool by my side,
But he's ay sae flead for a woman,
that aften his face he maun hide:
