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WAP YOUR WEALTH TOGETHER
O Mither dear, I ’gin to fear,
tho' I’m baith young and bonny,
I winna keep ; for in my sleep,
I start and dream o’ Johnny,
CHORUS.
Up stairs, down stairs,
timber stairs fear me,
I’m laith to ly a’ night my lane,
when Johnny’s bed sae near me.
When Johnny then come, down the glen,
to woo me do not hinder;
But with content gi’ your consent,
for we twa ne’er can sinder ;
Up stairs, &c.
Better to marry than miscarry :
for shame and skaith’s the clink o't,
To thole the dole, to mcunt the stool,
I downa bide to think o’f.
Up stairs, &c
Sac while ’tis time I’ll shun the crime,
that gars poor Epps gae whinging,
With haunches fou, and ren sae blue,
the bedrals binging.
