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Soon he led her to the church,
The beauteous Mrs Flinn,
Who a walnut could have crack'd
‘Twixt her lovely nose and chin,
With her winks, &c.
A twelvemonth scarce had pass'd
When he laid her under ground,
Soon he threw the onion from his eyes,
And touch'd ten thousand pound.
With her winks, &c.,
gin i had a wee house.
Gin I had a wee house, and a canty wee fire,
A bonny wee wifie to praise and admire,
A bonny wee yardie, a-side a wee burn,
Fareweel to the bodies that yammer & mourn
Sae bide ye yet, and bide ye yet,
Ye little ken what may betide you yet ;
Some bonny wee body may yet be my lot,
And I’ll ay be canty wi' thinking o’t.
When I gang afield, and come hame at e’en,
I’ll get my wee wifie fu’ neat and fu’ clean,
And a bonny wee bairnie upon her knee,
That wall cry Papa or Dady to me,
And bide ye yet, &c.
