Bonny Barbara Allan (1823)/O meikle thinks my love

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O MEIKLE THINKS MY LOVE

O meikle thinks my luve o' my beauty,
⁠And meikle thinks my luve o' my kin;
But little thinks my luve, I ken brawlie
⁠My tocher's the jewel has charms for him.
It's a' for the apple he'll nourish the tree
⁠It's a' for the hiney he'll cherish the bee;
My laddie's sae meikle in luve wi' the siller,
⁠He canna hae luve to spare for me,

Your proffer o' luve's an earl penny.
⁠My tocher's the bargain ye wad buy;
But an ye be crafty; I am cunning,
⁠Sae ye wi' another your, fortune maun try.
Ye're like to the timmer o' yon rotten wood,
⁠Ye're like to the bark o' yon rotten tree,
Ye'll slip frae me like the knotless thread,
⁠And ye'll crack your credit wi' mae ner me.

FINIS.