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Every land has its ain laugh,
Ilk kind of corn has it's ain hole;
I think the warld is a' run wrang,
When ilka wife her man wad rule,
Do you not see Pab. Jack and Hab,
How they are girded gallantly?
While I sit hurklin in the ase—
I'll have a new cloak about me.
Gudeman I wat 'tis thretty years,
Sin' we did ane anither ken;
And we have had, between us twa,
Of lads and bonny lassies ten:
Now they are women grown and men,
I wish and pray weel may they be,
And if you prove a good husband,
E'en tak your auld cloak about ye.
Bell my wife, she lo'es nae strife;
Bnt she wad guide me if she can;
And to maintain an easy life,
I aft maun yield, tho' I’m gudeman,
Nought's to be won at woman's hand,
Unless ye gie her a' the plea,
Then I'll leave aff where I began,
And tak your auld cloak about ye.
FINIS.
