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An' a' that, an' a' that,
A mare, a foal, an' a' that,
Sax tydie kye, a ca'f forbye,
An' twa per yowes, a' an' that.

A yard, a meadow, lang braid leas,
An' stacks o' corn, an' a' that,
Enclosed weel wi' thorns and trees,
An' carts, an' cars, an' a' that.
An' a' that, an' a' that,
A pleugh an' graith, an' a' that,
Gude harrows twa, cock, hens an' a',
An' far mae things than a' that.

I've heaps o'claise for ilka days,
An' Sunday's too, an' a' that,
I've bills and bands on lairds o' lands,
An' siller, gowd, an' a' that.
An' a' that, an' a' that,
What think ye, lass, o' a' that,
What want I now, my dainty dow,
But just a wife to a' that.

Now Jenny she laid her lufe in his,
Said she'd tak him wi' a' that;
And he gi'ed her a sappy kiss,
And he dauted her, an' a' that.
An' a' that, an'a' that,
They set the day, an' a' that,