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Out spake the bride's brither
As he came in wi'the kie;
Poor Willkie hadne'er a ta'en ye
Had he kent ye as weel as I;
For you're baith proud and saucy.
And no for a poor man‘s wife
Gin I canna get a better,
Is he never tak ane i‘ my life.
Woo'd, and married, &c.
Out spake the bride's sister.
As she came in frae the byre;
O gin I were but married,
It's a' that I desire:
But we poor folk maun live single,
And do the best we can;
I dinna care what I shou'd want,
If I cou'd get but a man.
Woo'd, and married, &c.
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