Three excellent new sons (sic)/The answer

ANDREW’S REPLY.

Sweet Lass, I approve o’ your plan,
⁠I think that you‘er wife for to kint
An’ buckle yoursel’ to a man,
⁠For kissing it’s now you are fit,
What tho’ you’ve silks for to dress you,
⁠An’ plenty o’ baith roast an’ raw,
Yet you want a bit man for to kiss you,
⁠An’ keep your cauld back frae the wa,
⁠We’ll kiss, an’ cuddle, an’ a’,
⁠Cuddle, an’ kiss, an' a’,
⁠An ance we were buckl’d the gither
⁠Our joys they sha’ nae be sma’l.

To hear how that ithers get marri’d,
⁠An’ ye sit an’ rive at your tow,
I’m sure it’s of life you are weari’d,
⁠Wish wheel an’ it a’ in a low!
The pain ye endure thro’ the night,
⁠It makes you to tumble an’ gaunt,
But young Andrew is blyth an’ able,
⁠An’ weel can supply your bit want,
⁠We’ll kiss, &c;

At e’en when ye come wi’ your stocking,
⁠You thought I was wond’rous slack,
Tho’ aften ay jeering an’ jocking,
⁠An’ whiles your bit mou’ I did smack
As on the green grass we die tumble,
⁠O how thy bit hears it did pant,
Thou ne’er gie’d a peep nor a grum’le,
⁠While I did supply your bit want.
⁠We’ll kiss, &c,

At e’en when I rise to gang hame,
⁠Were ye to give me a convoy,
As sure as young Andrew’s my name,
⁠In love we’ll each other enjoy,
Then Lassie I'll ay be thy ain,
⁠Of me you may loftily vaunt;
I’ll ease thee o’ thy grief an’ pain,
⁠An’ always supply thy bit want.!
⁠We’ll kiss, &c:

Wi’ joy it’s she bang’d out her han‘,
⁠Your offer, dearl ove, I accept;
I vow that young Andrew’s the man,
⁠I always will daut like a pet.
Then joys of joys I’ll taste,
⁠For which I’ve gien mony a gaunt;
By young Andrew it’s how I’m embrac’d
⁠An' weel he supplies my bit want.
⁠We’ll kiss &c.

FINIS.