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A' BODY’S LIKE TO GET MARRIED
BUT ME.
As Jenny sat down wi’ her wheel by the fire,
And thought of the time that was fast fleein’ by,
She said to hersel’, wi’ a heavy heigh hee,
Oh! a’ body’s like to get married but me!
She said, &c.
My youthfu’ companions are a’ worn awa,
And tho’ I’ve had wooers mysel’, ane or twa,
Yet a lad to my mind I ne’er yet could see:
Oh! a’ body’s like to get married but me!
Yet a lad, &c.
There’s Lowrie, the lawyer, wad hae me fu’ fain,
Who has baith a house and a yard o’ his ain;
But before I’d gang to it, I rather wad die;
A wee stumpin’ body!—he’ll never get me!
But before, &c.
There’s Dickie, my cousin, frae Lunon come down,
Wi fine yellow buckskins that dazzled the town;
But, poor deevil, he got ne’er a blink o’ my ee
Oh! a’ body’s like to get married but me!
But, poor deevil, &c.
