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MY TOCHER'S THE JEWEL.

O MEIKLE thinks my luve o' my beauty,
And meikle thinks my luve o' my kin;
But little thinks my luve I ken brawlie,

My tocher's the jewel has charms for him.
It's a' for the apple he'll nourish the tree;
It's a' for the hiney he'll cherish the bee,
My laddie's sae meikle in luve wi' the siller,
He can na hae luve to spare for me.

Your proffer a' luve's an airle-penny,
My tocher's the bargain ye wad buy ;
But an ye be crafty, I am cunnin,
Sae ye wi' anither your fortune maun try.

Ye're

Ye're like to the timmer o' yon rotten wood,
Ye're like to the bark o' yon rotten tree,
Ye'll slip frae me like a knotless thread,
And ye'll crack your credit wi' mae nor me.

THEN

THEN GUIDWIFE COUNT THE LAWIN

GANE is the day and mirk's the night,
But we'll ne'er stray for faute o' light,
For ale and brandy's stars and moon,
. And blude red wine's the rysin sun.

Then guidwife count the lawin, the lawin, the lawin, Then guidwife count the lawin, and bring a coggie mair.

There's wealth and ease for gentlemen,
And semple-folk maun fecht and fen;
But here we're a' in ae accord,

For ilka man that's drunk's a lord.
Then guidwife count, &c.

My coggie is a haly pool,

That heals the wounds o' care and dool;

And pleasure is a wanton trout,

An'

ye drink it a' ye'll find him out.
Then guidwife count, &c,

WHAT

What can a young Lassie do wi' an auld Man.

WHAT can a young lassie, what shall a young

lassie,

What can a young lassie do wi' an auld man? Bad luck on the pennie that tempted my minnie To sell her poor Jenny for siller an lan'! Bad luck on the pennie. &c.

He's always compleenin frae mornin to e'enin, He hosts and he hirples the weary day lang ; He's doyl❜t and he's dozin, his blude it is frozen, O, dreary's the night wi' a crazy auld man !

He hums and he hankers, he frets and he cankers, I never can please him, do a' that I can ;

He's peevish, and jealous of a' the young fellows,

O, dool on the day I met wi' an auld man!

MY

My auld auntie Katie upon me takes pity,
I'll do my endeavour to follow her plan;

I'll cross him, and wrack him untill I heart-break him,
And then his auld brass will buy me a new pan.

THE

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