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But let them ſay, or let them do,
it’s all one to me,
For he’s low down, he’s in the broom,
that’s waiting on me. For.&c.
My aunty Kate ſits at her wheel,
and fair the lightlies me;
But well ken I ’tis a’ envy,
for ne’er a jo has ſhe.
But let them ſay, &c.
My couſin Kate was fair beguil’d
wi’ Johnie in the glen:
And aye ſince ſyne ſhe cries, Beware
of falſe deluding men.
But let her ſay &c.
Gleed Sandy he came waſt ae night,
and ſpeer’d when I ſaw Pate,
And aye ſince-ſyne the neighbours round
they jeer me air and late.
But let them ſay, or let them do,
it’s a’ ane to me,
For I’ll gae to the bonny lad.
that’s waiting on me.
Waiting on me, my love,
He’s waiting on me;
For he’s low down, he’s in the broom,
that’s waiting on me.
