The Book of Scottish Song/This is no mine ain house

This is no mine ain house.

[The following song is by Ramsay, but there existed a ditty long before his day which runs somewhat thus:

⁠"This is no my ain house,
⁠My ain house, my ain house,
⁠This is no my ain house,
⁠I ken by the biggin' o't.
For bread and cheese are my door cheeks,
Are my door cheeks, are my door cheeks,
For bread and cheese are my door cheeks,
⁠And pancakes the riggin' o't."

"This is no my ain house" is often sung, not to its own original tune, but to another old tune called "Deil stick the minister," or "Shantrews."]

This is no mine ain house,
⁠I ken by the rigging o't;
Since with my love I've changed vows,
⁠I dinna like the bigging o't.
For now that I'm young Robbie's bride,
And mistress of his fire-side,
Mine ain house I'll like to guide,
⁠And please me with the rigging o't.

Then fareweel to my father's house,
⁠I gang whare love invites me;
The strictest duty this allows,
⁠When love with honour meets me.
When Hymen moulds us into ane,
My Robbie's nearer than my kin,
And to refuse him were a sin,
⁠Sae lang's he kindly treats me.

When I'm in my ain house,
⁠True love shall be at hand aye,
To make me still a prudent spouse,
⁠And let my man command aye;
Avoiding ilka cause of strife,
The common pest of married life
That mak's ane wearied of his wife,
⁠And breaks the kindly band aye.

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