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And frae ony eelift I’m free;
I’m weel enough boarded and bedded
What a' the laases at me.
My bughts of good store are no scanty
My byres are well stocked wi' kye.
Oi meal i my girnels is plenty;
An' twa or three easenaents forby.
An' horse to ride out when they're weary,
An' cock with the best they can see,
An' then be ca'd dawty and deary,
I fairly what ails them at me.
Behind backs, before fouk I've woo'd them.
And a' the gates o’t that hen
And when they laugh o' my trow'd them,
And thought I had won but what then,
When I speak of matters they grumble,
Nor are condescending, and froe,
But at my proposals ay stumble,
I wonder what ails them at me.
I ve try'd haith highland and lowland
Where I a good bargain adbid see,
But name o' them and I wod fall to
Or say they wad buckle wi' me
With looks an' wi' scraps I've address'd them
Been with them both modest and free.
