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Our goudping neighbours come dribbling is,
And aye keep a body fu' canty, fu' canty,
And nye keep a body fu' ranty.
But our thoughts like the weather are given to
I sigh'd day and night to get married; [change,
And I'm sore gif there aught like a man had made love,
His suit wi' me soon he had carried—had carried—.
His suit wi' me soon be had carried
My aunty's sae peevish, her temper's sae sour,
She wearies us a' wi' inspection:
She frowns at the mark on prin on the floor,
Oar neighbours a'ca' her Perfection—Perfection-
Oar neighbours a'ca' her Perfection.
The hale o' her pleasure is snuff and green tea,
And her auld-fashion'd satins to number:
Ae day she wad try how her hoops fitted me,
And near squeezed my body asunder—asunder—
And near squeezed my body asunder.
She sneers like the fox when I speak about men,
I wonder what makes a wark at—
For I'm sure if her mother's example she'd ta'en
She never had stood in the market—the market—
She never had stood in the market.
But wha but our neighbour's son Johnny's come hame
Since the wars were so happily ended?
