Blythsome bridal, or, the lass wi' the gowden hair (1)/This is No Mine Ain House

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THIS IS NO MINE AIN HOUSE.

T H I S is no mine 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 fire-ſide,
Mine ain houſe I'll like to guide,
⁠And pleaſe me wi' the trigging o't.

Then farewel 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 human life,
That makes ane wearied of his wife,
⁠And breaks the kindly band ay.

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Glaſgow, Printed by J. & M. Robertſon,
Saltmarket, 1799.