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THIS IS NO MINE AIN HOUSE.
O this is no mine ain house,
I ken by the rigging o’t;
Since wi’ my love I’ve chang’d vows,
I dinna like the bigging o’t:
For now that I’m young Robie’s bride,
And mistress of his fireside,
Mine ain house I like to guide,
And please me wi’ the trigging o’t.
Then farweel 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;
