Blue e'ed Mary/This is no my ain house

THIS IS NO MY AIN HOUSE.

This is no my ain house,
⁠I ken by the rigging o’t;
Since with my love I’ve changed vows,
⁠I dinna like the bigging o’t.
For now that I’m young Robie’s bride,
And mistress of his fireside,
My ain house I like to guide,
⁠And please me with the trigging o’t.

Then farewell 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 my 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 wearied of his wife,
⁠And breaks the kindly band ay.