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To spend your life without a wife,
'Tis to the gate ava that.

Ere lang you will grow auld an' frail,
Your haffets white an a' that
An whare's the Meg, the Kate, or Nell,
Will hae you syne wi' a that.
Runkl'd brow an a' that,
Wizen'd face an a that,
Wi' beard sae grey, there's nane will hae
A kiss frae you an a' that.

O stand nae up wi' whare an how,
Wi' ifs and buts an a' tha,
Wi' feckless scruples not a few;
Pull up your heart an a' that.
Crousely crack an a that,
Come try your luck an a' that;
The hiney-moon will ne'er gang done,
If guidit weel an a that

There's monie lass baith douce an fair,
Fu' soncy, fier; an a' that
Wad suit you to a very hair,
Sae clever they're an a' that
Handsome, young, a'n' a' that
Sae complaisant an a' that;
Sa sweet an braw, an gude an a',
What ails the chield at a' that.