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Nae care, nae guile, was seen in my Mary,
Nor vain, to pain, my love that did glow,
Her heart, to part, and leave Castlecarry.
It whispered refusal to Bundle and Go.
I clasp’d the dear lassie, beside the haw bush,
Her sweet cherry lips I kiss’d mony times weel,
While hafflins consenting, a red rosy blush,
It made me believe that her heart it was leal;
I press’d, caress'd, fu’ snug and fu’ cheerie,
My love, my dove, to ease a’ my woe,
I lap. she spak’, I will be your dearie.
And leave my auld mither and Bundle and Go.
Then Johnny, enraptur’d, nae mair did complain,
Nor she her auld mither did heed ony mair,
But blythely they tripp’d o’er the green dewy plain,
As blythe as Auro a’ divested of care;
As gay, as May, sae sweet and sae cheerie,
Sae leal, sae weel, to banish each woe,
Her pride, His pride, and each other's dearie,
Resolv’d wi’ the ithtr to Bundle and Go.
Now contented they live aye beside the haw tree,
And the auld mither’s gotten a but and a (illegible text),
And Mary the lass wi' the blue rolling e'e,
May do what she likes wi’ her Johnny ye ken;
Thro’ life, his wife, fu' snug and fu' cheerie,
Aye ready, and steady, to meet weel or woe,
