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Hoots woman, says my father dear,
a wedding first I'm sure we'll have,
I'll warrant we'll live this hundred years,
and maybe yet escape the grave.

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THE EWE-BUGHTS MARION.

Will ye gae to the ewe-bughts, Marion,
And wear in the sheep wi' me?
The sun shines tweet, my Marion,
But nae half sae sweet as thee.
The sun shines sweet, my Marion
But nae half we sweet as thee.

My Marion's a bonny lass,
The blythe blink'a ay in her e'e:
And fain would I marry Marion,
Gin Marion wad marry me,

There's gowd in your garters, Marion,
And silk on your white hause bane:
Fu' fain would I kiss my Marion,
At e'en, when I come hame.

I've nine milk ewes, my Marion,
A cow and a brawny quey;