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Come look about an wale a wife,
Like honest fouk an a' that.
An lead a cheerfu virtuous life;
Hae plenty, peace, an 'a that;
A thrifty Wife, an a' that,
An bonnie bairns an a' that;
Syne in your ha' shall pleasure's a'
Smile ilka day on a' that.
Like honest fouk an a' that.
An lead a cheerfu virtuous life;
Hae plenty, peace, an 'a that;
A thrifty Wife, an a' that,
An bonnie bairns an a' that;
Syne in your ha' shall pleasure's a'
Smile ilka day on a' that.
POOR MARY.
Tune—A' body is like to get married but me.
I met my dear lassie short syne in yon dale,
But deep was her sigh, and her click it was pale;
And sad the saft smile that was heaven to see:
Poor Mary, I fear, is unhappy like me.
But deep was her sigh, and her click it was pale;
And sad the saft smile that was heaven to see:
Poor Mary, I fear, is unhappy like me.
A feverish heat has deprived o' their bloom,
Her lips, ance sa rosy, exhaling perfume,
And chang'd is the glance o' her blythe hazel ee,
Poor Mary I fear, is unhappy like me.
Her lips, ance sa rosy, exhaling perfume,
And chang'd is the glance o' her blythe hazel ee,
Poor Mary I fear, is unhappy like me.
'Twas thus a fair flow'ret adorn'd my walk,
But chill blew the east on its tender green stalk;
No more its sweet blossoms allure the wild bee,
Poor Mary, I fear is unhappy like me.
But chill blew the east on its tender green stalk;
No more its sweet blossoms allure the wild bee,
Poor Mary, I fear is unhappy like me.
