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To hear how that ithers get marry'd,
an' ye ſit an' rive at your tow.
I'm ſure it's of life you are weary'd,
with wheel an' it a' in a low!
The pain you endure thro' the night,
it makes you to tumble an' gaunt,
But young Andrew he's baish blyth an' tight,
an' weel can ſupply your bit want.
We'll kiss, &c.
At e'en when ye came wi' your ſtocking,
you thought I was wondrous ſlack,
Tho' aften ay jeering an' jocking.
an' whiles your bit mou' I did ſmack.
As on the green graſs we did tumble,
O how thy bit heart it did pant!
Thou ne'er gied a peep. nor a grum'le,
while I did ſupply your bit want.
We'll kiss, &c.
At e'en when I rise to gang hame.
were ye to gi'e me a convoy,
Ås ſure as young Andrew's my name,
in love we'll each other enjoy!
Then Lassie i'll ay be thy ain,
of me you may loftily vaunt:
I'll ease thee o' thy grief an' pain
an' always ſupply tiny bit want.
Well kiss, &c.
Wi' joy ſhe bang'd out her han',
your offer, dear love, I accept;
I vow that young Andrew's the man
I always will daut like a pet.
Thou joys of joy's I'll taſte
