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But I saw a lad by yon saughy-burn side,
Wha weel wad deserve onie queen for his bride:
Gin I had my will, soon his ain I wad be:
O, a' body's like to get married but me!
Gin I had, &c.
I gied him a look, as a kind lassie shou'd;
My friends, if they kend it, wad surely run wud;
For tho' bonnie and good, he's no worth a bawbee,
Oh! a' body's like to get married but me.
For tho' bonnie, &c.
'Tis hard to take shelter behint a laigh dike;
'Tis hard for to take ane we never can like;
’Tis hard for to leave ane we fain would be wi',
Yet 'tis harder that a' should get married but me.
Tis hard for, &c.
finis.
