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I ſteer up my temper-ſtring gayly.
an' whiles a bit verse I will rant:
Young women you ken maun be wyling
to make up that unco bit want.
For I'm ripe, &c.
Am thinkin' ſome time when he's rising,
to make a bit ſtep to the door,
An' raise a wee crack that's entising
perhaps that he kent nas afore.
An' O if the Laddie wad tak me,
an' raise a bit canty wee rant.
There's naething mair pleasure wad gie me,
for that's juſt my unco bit want.
For I'm ripe, &c.
ANDREW's REPLY
Sweet Lass, I approve o' your plan,
I think that you're wise for to knit
An' buckle yourself to a man,
for courting it's now you are fit.
What tho' you've ſilks for to dress you,
an' plenty o' baith roaſt an' raw,
Yet you want a bit man for to daut you.
an' keep your cauld back frae the wa'.
CHORUS
We'll kiss, an' cuddle, an' a'.
cuddle, an' kiss, an' a';
An' once we were buckl'd the githier,
