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Fer foul day and fair day,
he's ay bringing till her;
Has ay a penny in his purse,
for dinner and for supper,
And gin she please, a good fat cheese,
and lumps of yellow butter.
When Jamie first did woo me,
I spier'd what was his calling,
Fair maid, say's he O come and see,
you're welcome to my dwelling:
Though I was shy yer. I could spy,
the truth of what he told me:
And that his house was warm and couth.
and room in it to hold me
Behind the door a bag of meal,
and in the kist was plenty,
Of good hard cakes, his mither bakes,
and bannocks were na scanty:
A good fat cow, a sl eky cow
were standing in the byre;
While lazy puss with measy mouse,
were playing at the fire
Good signs are these my mither says,
and bids ne tak the millar;
For foul day, and fair day.
he's ay bringing till her:
For meal and ma' she dispa' want,
nor ony thing that's dainty,
And now and then a keckling hen,
to lay her eggs in pleuty.
