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I ve bills an' ban's on lairds an' lan's
an' filler, g ud, an' a that;
An' muckle mair than a' that.
An' muckle mair than a' that;
What want I now my bonny dow,
but juſt a wife to a' that ?
Now, Jenny dear my errand here.
is to ſeek you to a that;
My heart's a lowpin' whan I ſpeer
gin ye'll tak me wi a' that?
Myſel's my gear' an' a' that:
Myſel' my gear, an' a' that:
Come, gi'e's your loof to be a proof
That ye ll tak me wi' a' that.
Syne Jenny lad her nive in his;
ſaid ſhe'd tak him wi' a' that:
An' he gae her a hearty kiſs,
an' dauted her, an a' that:
They ſet the day an a' that.
They ſet the day an' a' that,
When ſhe'd come hame to be his dame,
an ha'e a rant wi' a' that.
FAIR JENNY,
OR,
THE NEW WAY OF PEASE STRAE.
THE country ſwain that tends the plain,
