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But, poor deevil, he ne'er get a blink o' my ee:
O, a' body's like to get married but me!
But, pour deevil, &c.
But I saw a lad by yon saughy-burn side,
Wha weel wad deserve onie queen for his brides:
⟨Gin⟩ I had my will, soon his ain I wad be:
O, a' body's like to get married but me!
Gin I had, &c.
⟨I⟩ gied him a look, as a kind lassie shou'd;
⟨My⟩ friends if they kend it, wad surely run wud;
⟨For⟩ tho' bonnie and good, he's no worth a bawbee:
O, a' body's like to get married but me!
For tho' bonnie, &c.
'Tis hard to take shelter behint a laigh dike;
'Tis hard for to take ane we never can like;
'Tis hard for to leave ane we fain would be wi';
⟨Yet⟩ it harder that a' should get married but me,
'Tis hard for, &c.
LOVE AMONG THE ROSES.
Young Love flew to the Paphian bow'r,
And gather'd sweets from many a flow'r,
From roses and sweet jessamine,
The lily and the eglantine.
