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MY mither’s ay glowran o’er me,
Tho’ she did the same before me;
I canna get leave
To look to my loove,
Or else she’ll be like to devour me.
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Right fain wad I take ye’r offer,
Sweet Sir, but I’ll tine my tocher;
Then, Sandy, ye’ll free,
And wyte ye’r poor Kate,
When e’er ye keek in your toom coffer.
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For tho’ my father has plenty
Of siller and plenishing dainty,
Yet he’s unco sweer
To twin wi’ his gear;
And sae we had need to be tenty.
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Tutor my parents wi’ caution,
Be wylie in ilka motion;
Brag well o’ ye’r land,
And there’s my leal hand,
Win them, I’ll be at your devotion.
