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A' BODY'S LIKE TO BE MARRIED
BUT ME.
As Jenny sat down wi' her wheel by the fire,
An thought on the time that was fast fleein' ⟨by⟩
She said to hersel', wi' a heavy heigh hee;
O, a' body's like to get married but me!
She said, &c.
My youthfu' companions are a' worn awa,
And tho' I've had wooers mysel', ane or twa,
Yet a lad to my mind I ne er yet could see:
O, a' body's like to get married but me!
Yet a lad, &c.
There's Lowrie, the lawyer, wad hae me fu' fair
Who has baith a house an a yard o' his ain;
But before I'd gang to it, I rather wad die;
A wee stumpin' body! he'll never get me!
But before, &c.
There's Dickie, my cousin, frae Lun'on come down,
Wi fine yellow buckskins that dazzled the town.
