THis is not mine ain house,
I ken by the rigging o’t;
Since with my love I’ve changed vows,
I dinna like the bigging o’t.
For now that I’m young Robie’s bride,
And mistriss of his fire-side,
Mine ain house I’ll like to guide,
And please me with the trigging o’t.
Then farewell to my father’s house,
I gang where love invites me;
The strictest duty this allows,
When love with honour meets me.
When Hymen moulds us into ane,
My Robie’s nearer than my kin,
And to refuse him were a sin,
Sae lang’s he kindly treats me.
When I’m in mine ain house,
True love shall be at hand ay
To make me still a prudent spouse,
And let my man command ay;
Avoiding ilka cause of strife,
The common pest of married life,
That makes ane wearied of his wife.
And breaks the kindly band ay.